M-I-C-K-E-Y

We spent too many hours walking around Disneyland yesterday. We didn't take Ainsley, she stayed home with grandma. Avery lucked out and got to meet Mickey, Pooh, and Eeyore. This is the second time she's met Mickey and we've only taken her twice. We're 2 for 2!

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Snapshots

I cannot, in good conscience, label this post "Photography." Snapshots will have to do.

First swim for Ainsley:


Playing Peek-A-Boo:


Isn't she looking so much... older? I'm not sure that's the word, but she's changed a lot.


Sucking on oranges and making a huge, sticky mess:


Eat your heart out, Zsa Zsa...

Peace Out

to my homies in Compton...

I am the God of dollhouseland

Tonight after dinner Avery was absolutely adamant that she wanted Ainsley to play with her. I think she's starting to realize that there's a little person in there that is beginning to come out, and tonight after Ainsley was belly laughing with me for like 15 minutes, Avery had a moment of clarity and realized that having a sister might be kinda fun.

So I set up the dollhouse and got out the accessories and away they went. Avery showed her different pieces of furniture and told her what they were for and Ainsley listened intently to every word and was making mental notes all along the way. Avery couldn't have been happier...


... that is, until Ainsley went all King Kong on the mommy doll and stuffed its entire head into her mouth, completely saturating her hair with like 62 buckets of slimy baby drool. Avery got a pretty disgusted look on her face and decided maybe playtime with Ainsley wasn't a great idea. Not yet.


I gently took away the mommy doll, replaced it with a chewtoy rattle, and restored peace to dollhouseland utopiaville. All in a day's work, people.