Monthly Archives: July 2008

Daddy rocks! No. . . Mama rocks!

Daddy rocks! No. . . Mama rocks!

*This conversation was overheard in the car, on the way to church this morning*

Dan is driving, quickly.  He skates through a yellow light and says, “Daddy rocks!”

Ava quickly says, “No, no, no!  Mama rocks!”

Ahh the truth out of a two-year-old :)

Update: As I read this post to Dan and Ava, this is the conversation. 

Jaime:  (reading the post aloud) Dan is driving, quickly.  He skates through a yellow light and says, “Daddy rocks!”

Ava: NO, NO, NO! Mama rocks!

Dan: But see, “Mama rocks!” fully expecting her to disagree and say Daddy rocks. 

Ava: Mama rocks!

Dan: I’m going to go back to my reading. . .

Who do you think is more excited about this?

Who do you think is more excited about this?
So today while I worked really hard, Dan and Ava had some fun in Toys R Us on 42nd Street.  They purchased a new Rosie train along with a figure 8 expansion track set.
I’m still trying to figure out who loves it more: Dan or Ava?
Dan displays his latest masterpiece

Dan displays his latest masterpiece

Ava shows off her new Rosie Steam Engine

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Memories

Memories

My friend, Katie, started this one, and I’d love to hear anyone’s memories (if we even have readers anymore :)

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It’s actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I’ll assume you’re playing the game and I’ll come to your blog and leave one about you! reminisce away…

First real conversation

First real conversation

For weeks I’ve been talking to Ava about her school, her friends there, and what she does during the day.  Most of the time I just get her reciting off every child’s name, with water table added into the list somehow. 

But tonight was different.  It’s been a week since she’s been at school since we’ve been on vacation.  Here’s the dialogue:

Mom: So Ava why do you keep saying, “Dean don’t?” What did Dean do?

Ava: Dean took the ball. I like ball. Read the rest of this entry