Keeping it Simple

So I was planning on doing a post titled, Keeping it Real and then talk about how I really don't have it all together, as some people have voiced, or may think, I do. I was going to talk about how I wear sweat pants and sweatshirts 6 days out of the week and how on one particular Friday, the day I help out in Stella's class, Stella says to me before we left for school, "mom, make sure you look nice today." I was going to talk about the dust bunnies that collect under my bed and how they really aren't bunnies at all, they are more like dust dinosaurs, or monsters, they're big and they always try to take over the rest of the house too. I was going to mention how Ava has been really crabby lately, with the whole teething deal, and has been waking up early and how some mornings when I hear her crying I just want to yell "get out of your crib and get your own bottle already!" I was going to talk about my laundry room and what it looks like in its current state...

...but I really don't want to talk about such things. Those things scream for an intervention of sorts. I don't feel warm, fuzzy feelings when I talk about that stuff. Nah, I'd rather talk about Ava wearing a sweet outfit her dad put her in and maybe do a little play by play of her getting in to some gum for the first time. Yeah, that sounds fun. That sounds happy. I'm going to do that.

Hi, my name is Ava and I'm wearing polka-dot tights and a striped shirt. My dad chose this because he said he couldn't find any pants. But when my mom looked she found some. Funny how that works.

I found something. Yummm.... gum. Stella and Jonah are always eating this stuff.

Let me just lay down and check it out.

It smells so good I wish I could get it out already.

OH, I almost got it.

Aha! Now for a little taste.

I like it. Lets try it again.

Uh-Oh, busted. Mom's been watching me.

No more gum for me. I'm sad.