I am sure many of you are wondering how it could have been so long since I've taken a picture of my daughter. Ok, so many of you probably haven't given it a second thought. But I wanted to prove I HAVE tried!
Isn't she adorable? :-)
The blur tends to visit regularly.
You can really tell in this picture that she wasn't happy. That's because lately, any time I try to get her to do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING she doesn't want to do, on come the water works, she throws herself on the floor and just starts to whine and cry. (I really don't know where she got that behavior from. Certainly wasn't me.) My mom made her this adorable outfit and Avery wouldn't give me a smile to save my life!
We were in the car waiting for Jason to pump some gas, and I thought, "while you are constrained and unable to throw yourself on the floor, I am taking pictures of you, little girl!"
She is very obviously and loudly asserting her independence these days. She loves to tell us NO. LOVES TO. And if you are trying to get her to do something, and she doesn't tell us no or throw herself on the floor, she runs away. Or goes limp. She hit her head today while she went limp in my lap on the bed, as I was trying to put her shoes on. She hit her head on the floor and started to cry. What did I say? "That's what you get for not being obedient!" Does that make me a terrible mother?

Everything lately is "What's that?" Everything she sees, she wants to know what it is. And when we ask her questions, she will say, "umm..." Like, "Avery do you want a banana or applesauce?" "Um.." as she is trying to make a choice. And she will make one, which is really cool that she knows the difference of things now. And she is saying, "yeah." I never realized as a parent how much that word grated on my nerves. You could say it all the time, but when it comes out of the mouth of your child, it sounds so ugly!
And you know what else isn't fair? When it's just me and Jason and her, she is pretty whiney, loves to throw tantrums, says no, makes a mess, and cries. But when she is visiting daycare, or with her Gigi and Pops, or with my sisters, or at church, when I ask, "How was Avery today, did she give you any trouble?" People look at me like I am a nutcase because Avery was perfectly behaved and just had so much fun! I guess that's how I know I am the mother. Only the very special behavior is reserved for me!
But you know what, no matter HOW she acts, I still can't stop squeezing her, kissing her sweet cheeks, and loving her because she is quite possibly the coolest kid I know.



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