Little Ballerina

Ava has been asking about going to dance classes for some time now. We finally found a studio nearby that seemed like a great fit for what we were looking for. We stopped by and watched a class and were invited to come back for a free trial class.



To say Ava was excited about this oppurtunity is probably an understatement ;)




Shall we say things went a bit sour from that first picture above? It turns out they switched class days and Ava was so bummed!

The good news is, we went back for the new class time and Ava LOVED the class. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera that day! I did go ahead and sign her up for the class so more smiling pictures are on their way ;)

Foggy Morning Conversation

Ava-"Ooohhhh, it's white out!" followed by squeals and giggles ;)

Ava and Gigi

Trying to Lighten Things Up

My sweet and precious little has been having struggles with rectal bleeding since potty training back in September. The pediatrician finally allowed us to get a referral to see a gastroenterologist this week. The gastroenterologist believes all is well but would like to do a colonoscopy on my sweet girl to be sure. It absolutely breaks my heart to see her go through this and I dread the day of the prep as well as the day of the procedure. She had two especially concerning bleeds this week and the pediatrician said if it happened a third time in 24-48 hours, she wanted to admit her to the hospital and just get all the testing done in a more timely manner. I was telling Gabriella and Chase about it and Chase asked me why she would need to go to the hospital.

"So we can get to the bottom of this situation, Chase" I told him.

Chase's response, "Literally!".

I love that boy ;)

Ava is at Work with Me Today

Pray for me ;)

I Thought it Was Why

I remember when Gabriella and Chase were the ripe old age of 3 and everyone telling me kids that age love to ask the question why. They did. It did not seem as exaggerated as many people seemed to say it would.

And now I have this beautiful, bright and precious little 2 year old running around. She has quite the vocabulary and is already showing signs of being quite the voracious little reader ;) She frequently requests that I tell her a story, which oftentimes means, just talk to me about everything. Lately I have noticed that these "talks and stories" are laden with the repeated questioning by her of "where".

"Mama, where Chase go?"

"He went to the rodeo with Papa and Daddy."

"Where?"

"The Rodeo?"

"Where?"

"In Kissimmee."

"Where?"

"At the Silver Spurs Arena"

"Where?"

"In Florida"

"Florida! There are lots of thunderstorms in the summertime. In Florida!"

Frustration

This has been a frustrating week for multiple reasons; including broken and ruined things:

Frustration #1: Paul broke my iphone. The screen is totally shattered and it turns out that At&t does not insure iphones since they are a product of Apple. ***big SIGH***

Frustration #2: Gabriella left the garage freezer open and I had to throw out a bunch of food. A friend on Facebook commented that she knows I treated Gabriella with much grace in regards to the incident. Is telling an 11 year old, sarcastically, that they had to pay for the ruined groceries with their own money considered handling the situtaion gracefully?