Ava to my mom on when it's okay to call 911, "If you or Grandpa are lethargic."
Nana, taken aback: "And what if they ask you what that means?"
Ava: "You know: if your eyes won't open and I lift your arm and it just drops. But they're the professionals: they should know that!"
The periodic postings of a tech lovin', former communications maven - now customer service maven - wife, mom and writer.
Showing posts with label 4 years old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4 years old. Show all posts
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Paging Dr. Jones
4 y.o. Ava to me as I sprinkled a little salt on my dinner: "Not too much: you don't want to get diabetes."
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Ava hits like a girl. A badass girl. In a tutu.
Ava, princess tutu dress and all at her pre-birthday shindig over the weekend, nails one on the new Tee ball set after some coaching from dad. Guffaws at the end are because it was a line drive that almost took a cousin's head off!
Not only can she hit, she throws sizzling fast balls overhand like she spent spring training working out with a major league ball club.
Not only can she hit, she throws sizzling fast balls overhand like she spent spring training working out with a major league ball club.
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