Posted in the ones about ava, the ones about cooking on November 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
If you find yourself in a Thanksgiving bind, Ava has a time-saving turkey recipe for you.
Thanksgiving Day Turkey
by Ava:
Get it from a turkey store.
Stir it on a pot on the stove for 7 minutes.
Then in the oven for 8 minutes.
Take it out and sprinkle spices and little pepperonis on it.
Put it on the table and [...]
Posted in the ones about ava on November 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I’m thankful for a daughter who writes me poetry while we eat our morning granola.
I’m thankful for your face.
I’m thankful for your name.
I’m thankful for your rosy cheeks.
I’m thankful for your hands.
I’m thankful for your soft, soft arms.
I love you, Mama.
And I’m thankful for everything around you.
***
Hoping that your thanksgiving day is full of lovely [...]
Posted in the ones about ava on November 17, 2008 | 9 Comments »
Oh, the canned jokes. Thank you so much for all your contributions! They have provided Ava with a steady source of giggles and HungryMan with unpreventable eye rolls.
I think he has distributed more than one “groaner foul” in the past week. Personally, I think he reserves these for the knock, knock jokes that I create.
I [...]
Posted in the ones about ava on November 14, 2008 | 8 Comments »
“Mama, under the grass is dirt, right?”
“Right.”
“Dirt where the worms live?”
“Yes, where the worms live.”
“What’s under the dirt?”
“It’s different in different places. At our house there is sand and then clay, which is like hard play dough, and then there is water.
“Well what’s under all that?”
“Rock.”
“What’s under the rock?”
“More rocks.”
“Well, what’s under all the rocks?”
“There [...]
Posted in the ones about ava on November 11, 2008 | 5 Comments »
“Mama, I always want to be with you. We’ll always be with be-chother. We’re with be-chother now and when we go to Heaven we’ll be with be-chother.
And then God will have all the boys go to one part of Heaven and all the girls go to the other part of Heaven. So all the girls [...]
Posted in the ones about ava on October 31, 2008 | 17 Comments »
that was covered with vines lived one little girl in one straight line.
Ava has loved Madeline since the first time I read her the book. By age two, she had the entire book memorized and could “read” it cover to cover.
When she was three, she went with her preschool class to see the Madeline Christmas [...]
Posted in the ones about ava, the ones about merriment on October 28, 2008 | 19 Comments »
Me: Who’s there?
Ava: Boo.
Me: Boo who?
Ava: You don’t have to cry about it.
Thanks to Sara Groves and her Station Wagon CD, Ava has discovered knock-knock jokes. With a repertoire of about five knock-knock jokes, it’s been non-stop entertainment. Non-stop monotonous entertainment.
What’s your favorite knock-knock joke?
We are in desperate need for new material. Seriously people, how [...]
Posted in the ones about ava, the ones about merriment on October 24, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Ava and I are reading Little House the Big Woods before her rest time. Last week Ava was fascinated (and slightly disgusted) to learn that Pa made a balloon for Laura and Mary out of a pig’s bladder. Of course she needed to know what a bladder was. This led to a 4-year-old anatomy lesson [...]
Posted in the ones about ava, the ones about badgers & friends on October 22, 2008 | 11 Comments »
Last week at I was collecting my freshly cut pieces of chenille at Joanne’s, I heard the quick patter of boots and a little voice squeal, “Oh Santa, I’ve missed you!!”
I turned to see Ava embracing an Ava-sized Santa in the premature Christmas display. Seriously, I have hardly come to terms with the fact that [...]
Posted in the ones about ava, the ones about badgers & friends on October 17, 2008 | 6 Comments »
AVA: Mama, have you ever thought about moving to Michigan?
MAMA: No. Why?
AVA: Cause that’s where the unicorns live.
MAMA: Unicorns live in Michigan?
AVA: Yes, Mama, it’s a faraway land. And that’s where all the unicorns live in the faraway land at Michigan.
MAMA: Unicorns?
AVA: Uh-huh. They have the things on their heads that light up and then [...]
