What is a blog? Ok, so I have had several friends tell me how they have blogs over the past year and I have had such a great time browsing them I thought maybe I should create my own. There are so many things I want to remember, but thus far I have two journals for me (for different subjects), one for Ethan, I have searched for one for Ava, I have gratitude journals, thought books, etc. and I keep up on all of them...very (extrememly) poorly. So, I am going to try to replace them all by... yep, BLOGGING!!!
We'll see, this may be the only post I write- like ever- but it also may be somewhat successful. I don't expect much from myself yet, but I kind of have this hidden hope I can see this as the journal I have always wanted to write.
Ethan is a little hard to understand for many people. Most kids can understand him very well, and Dave and I have no problem understanding him, but a lot of adults have a hard time understanding a decent amount of what he says. The other day we were in the grocery store and we were behind a couple and Ethan said, "That lady looks like she has a big bum." I tried to tighten my smile into a straight face as to not encourage a repetitive phrase, and divert his attention to something else (I have learned from past experience), but at that point I was grateful it is still difficult for many people to understand him.
Ava is just an angel. Saturday I went through a bit of a tough spell trying to get ready for water-skiing. I thought I could get several things done before we left and found myself frantically trying to get Ava's diaper bag ready complete with sunscreen, bug repellant, warm clothes for the kids and me (just in case- yes, I know it was 90 degrees), bottles, snacks for Ava, snacks for Ethan, hats for everyone, sunglasses, lip balm, Dave's shin guard and gloves (ok, he really does that, but it sounds better) and still get myself ready while cookies were baking in the oven, and laundry was being done. Well, I kind of blew up...and then I looked at Ava and thought ... everyone needs a baby. Ava never judges me, she always loves me, she holds no grudges, and is never offended even when I don't share my drinks (she doesn't know the difference between apple juice and chocolate milk). I know I don't deserve this kind of treatment, but the fact that she gives it to me when I least deserves it, helps me want to be better. Maybe that is why we are told to become like a little child... Ethan is wonderful and sweet and fun, but I wonder now if becoming like a little child means like the tiniest of the tiny.
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