"Bruiser"
I was in the living room, checking my email Sunday night, and Jake and Avery were back in our bedroom getting ready for bed. All of the sudden, I hear "Avery!" and then Avery screams. My poor baby lost her balance, fell back and hit her head, then fell forward and hit her left eye! When I got back there, Jake looked at me, sort of covering her face, and said, "Don't freak out, but she is bleeding a little bit." He knew I would freak if I saw it! She had scratched her eye, and it began to swell along with the knots on her eye and forhead. I didn't freak on the exterior, but on the interior, I thought I was going to be sick! I just can't stand it when she gets hurt. I really feel like I'm going to pass out or something when it happens. Jake handles it better at first, then you can tell he feels awful once she has calmed down. Oh, the joys of parenthood, lol! She is such a tough little thing! Jake said he may nickname her after her Uncle Mitch, "Nails." I, on the other hand, have been calling her "Bruiser."
"Daddy"
Avery and I went to a little baby shower dinner at a local bistro Tuesday for Anna. While we were waiting on everyone to arrive, a guy and his wife walk in. Avery looks and him and says "da-da." I laugh because the guy has on a t-shirt, wind pants, and a Red Sox cap on backwards, and is an athletic build like Jake. I told her "No, da-da is at work." We get to the table, and she sees him again, and does the same thing. It was just too much, lol, when she completely turned around in her high chair, pointed, and yelled "da-da, daddy." She could not figure out why her "daddy" was ignoring her, and she probably wondered what he was doing with that other woman!
The Little Gymnast"
Avery has begun to sort of stand on her head lately. She puts her head on the floor as if she is going to flip herself over or do a head stand! I started flipping her over in a somersault, and she thinks it is a lot of fun.
"Madame Digs A Lot"
I know I say often that she is into EVERYTHING, but she really is. My munchkin loves to pilfer through things, especially bags. She is perfectly content pulling everything out of cabinets, drawers, and bags. Who needs toys???? This may be the reason my usually kept house is always a mess these days! She pulls things out, puts them back in, and repeats. Next to dancing and "Yo Gabba Gabba," it's her favorite past time!
"Fussy Pants"
I find it much more difficult to take Avery places these days, especially when she gets tired. She is usually super good for the most part, then towards the end of our time somewhere, she becomes quite unruly. She begins to squeal, and completely twists and arches her back to where I am unable to keep my hands on her wiggly little body. She likes to let the red-headed temper shine for all to see. I know this makes my own mother extremely proud, since I was such a hard headed little monster at Avery's age.
"Reality"
The reality is, that no matter how sweet, fussy, messy, cute, funny, clumsy, etc. that Avery is, she makes my heart melt. I'm just so overcome with love every time I look at her, that I could cry! She is such a beautiful blessing, and God has totally changed my life through her. I worry about her often, then give it back to God because I know she is always in His hands. He has proved that to me. I can talk to Him about something one day, and He has taken care of it by the next day. He keeps encouraging me to be fulfilled in the moment, and not to worry about tomorrow today. While it can be ever so challenging to live that way for me at times, that is my aim each day. After all, she is growing and changing soo fast, I don't want to miss a moment of the now with worry about the later.
