Let's Dance

Grandma Theresa got to go see "Wicked" the Musical when she was in San Francisco with Amy, Paul, and Taylor. (I will admit being as green as Elphaba because I wasn't able to join them.) I decided we needed to listen to the music of "Wicked" so put in the disc and Ava LOVED it! She thinks it is the best music to dance to! It also seems that she knows the perfect outfits to dance in as well because everytime she puts on a nice swirly skirt she requests to "dance". The problem this morning was that "dance" from her toddler lispy lips sounds more like "teeth" (brushing her teeth being probably her favorite activity of the moment) so I was confused. She got a little frustrated with her brainless mom but I figured out what she wanted in the end and we danced. Here's a video from last week when she was dancing to the music from "Wicked".

Giggles

Ava making Michaela laugh. So sweet.

Not a Football Fan

We were watching the Vikings play Pittsburgh today but I guess Ava didn't want to watch. "No! Not kickety kick ball!! No kicky ball!" See, her favorite show is "Wow Wow Wubzy" and that's what they call "kickball" and to Ava, everything with a ball is "kickety kick ball". Jeff is trying to teach her to say "football" but I keep sabotaging it because "kickety kick ball" is so darn cute!!

Brush My Teeth!!

Ava has the cleanest teeth this side of the Big Sioux River. :) "Brush my teeth? Brush teeth. Brush teeth!!!" She actually does a pretty good job but I guess she should seeing as how she practices brushing about 5 times a day.

She grabs her tiny step stool and climbs up in front of one of the sinks, wets her toothbrush, brushes, spits, brushes, spits, and then shows us how "pretty" her teeth look when she's done. Next it is time for chapstick (because that's what mom does everytime she's done brushing HER teeth) and then we can leave the bathroom. Sometimes we get as far as the kitchen and she stops, thinking her teeth have gotten dirty enough in yhose 5 steps that she reckons they should be brushed again.

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!!"