Ava singing her ABC's

Here's a little of Ava singing her ABC's. She's gonna miss her stage when we move out...

Ava-isms

I'm sewing a bag. It is almost done but not quite. I can't figure out what it needs to finish it off. Deciding I needed a second opinion, I asked Ava. "What do you think?" And I held the bag up for her perusal. She had been heading in the opposite direction so she stopped, turned to look at it, gave it a moment and then said, "A purse." Guess I'm doing something right, she could at least recognize what it was meant to be even if it wasn't the most helpful advice. :)

Last night Grandpa asked Ava for a kiss goodnight. "NO." with her arms crossed firmly across her chest and hands tucked under her armpits. "NO." I looked at Grandpa and couldn't do anything but smile. Looking back at Ava I told her that she really is our princess. "No, I'm Ava" was her only response. (She did bend enough to smile and run a loop past Grandpa, he could get a kiss if he could catch her!)

I'm not a baby but...

I sure do love my baby sister's toys! Why would I let her play alone when she can have double the fun with me around? Am I right, people, or what?!? I don't usually curl up around Michaela's feet. Usually I grab the edge of her tray and shake the exersaucer like crazy (with the baby in it, of course). Sometimes I like to grab the toys on it and push them into her face--just making sure she sees them!! And if she's not in the exersaucer, it is fair game. I can be in that thing before you say, "Ave Reese Kingma, you are too big for that toy!!"