I'm very very tired today. The kind of tired that doesn't want to find my camera, load the photos and write an original blog post. Instead I'll tell a story. A true story.
Around 5 years ago Ava was freshly two. She was a very clever little girl, she still is today. I set her up with a plate of paint, and some paper while I laid my very pregnant self down to rest on the couch. A few quiet minutes later Ava calls to me.
"Mama? Could you bring me a warm wet washcloth?"
She was a very eloquent freshly two year old girl with a lisp that was so insanely cute.
"In a few minutes, Ava" I said, in hopes to lay for a little longer.
"Mama? I think I have just a little bit of paint in my eye."
"Alright Ava, let me help you."
Expecting just a little bit of paint.....
"I painted my face mama!"
Yes she did.
4 comments:
Those are the days that make my heart swell. I love my baby but I LOVE love love love 1-3 year olds. I love their minds.
" I think I have a little bit of paint in my eye.."!!!! This story is priceless! Thanks so much for sharing, Amanda! Love Steph
I remember that day! Sweet baby
That's so sweet, thanks for reminding me of that two year old.
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