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remind me that my wardrobe is missing



and this.

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who knew?

Inspired by the combined craftiness and cleverness of several friends, I finally pulled up my hand-me-down sewing machine from the dusty basement. After setting it up by the sunniest window in the house, I hunted down the fabric I bought nearly nine months ago for a March baby. It’s March and that little babe is scheduled to make an appearance this Monday, so it was high time to pull out the pins and put my foot to the petal.

The only problem was I haven’t sewed in years. I took my friend’s sewing machine when she moved to Manhattan five years ago with the very best intentions. Other than sewing incense cedar on eighty Christmas cards three years ago, I have not used the machine. The pile of mending that is stationed next to it should be relabeled the pile of doom or the pile of things-that-will-sit-here-until-they-are-thrown-away.

Thanks to this:


the intense 4-H training I received as a young girl, and my handy stitch-ripper, I managed to sew, resew, and resew again my way through the entire project.

I’m saving the pictures of my not-so-perfect baby gift until it has actually been gifted to the baby. I, however, do have pictures of Ava’s newest kerchief:


After finishing the present yesterday, I hadn’t had my fill of sewing. Ava was quite dismayed that the present wasn’t for her and if you haven’t noticed, I’m becoming increasingly obsessed with head scarves. After Ava went to bed, I took some extra fabric, a bit of elastic and voila:


I was so pleased with myself that I brought it to Ava in bed. She was delighted and asked to sleep with all her kerchiefs.

When I peeked in on her before I went to bed, I found that she had converted all her scarves into sleep sacks for her smallest stuffed animals.

She’s a considerate little gypsy girl.
P.S. I don’t know when that booklet was printed, but for anyone who thinks girls’ clothes are immodest now, please take a closer look at that little girl’s dress. Really, a pair of tights or at least matching bloomers would be in order.

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Back in October, a sweet little girl in Norway saw a picture of the Fairy Princess Ballerina,

and traded in her pink leopard costume for this:


Quit an impressive knock-off.

Late last week, Grandma Penny was strolling through Paris and saw this:


Notice anything? Look again.


That looks remarkably similar to this:


Poor Grammy thought her Ava had come for a surprise visit to Paris.

Her coat has made it across the deep blue sea, perhaps the rest of her is soon to follow.

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Inspired by the heart and sparkle sticker collection that is February’s Target, Ava has been dreaming of glitter hearts and pink cupcakes with X and O sprinkles since the evergreen garlands came down.

I’ve restocked her craft drawers with a prism of pinks and red, puffy heart stickers, added some paper lace, and brought the glitter down to her reach. Her valentines are plentiful, and our home is on course to beat out Hallmark for the V-day spirit award.

She found this confetti-heart skirt in a secret stash of presents and suddenly the drive to create valentines became quite personal. She had to wear it “today.”


Waiting until Valentine’s Day would be a complete waste of twirl-ready hearts and swirls.

She scrambled into her room with the flurry of purse enthusiasts at a Coach close-out sale. Tights, shirts, shoes were flying out at her closet at record speed, as she searched for the perfect accompaniments for her new “most favorite, special skirt.”


Apparently, Ava does not adhere to the less is more philosophy when it comes to hearts and fashion.

According to this three-year-old, red techno dot tights, a tweet-heart shirt, and gold sparkle shoes were the only way to properly say, “I heart Valentine’s Day!”



This child is clearly six bangles and one flash glove shy of Cyndi Lauper.

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Today, I was chatting with Shanel on the phone (which honestly happens everyday, so no matter what day you read this, the statement will undoubtedly be true). So as I was saying today I was chatting with Shanel on the phone when she asked me if I had noticed a glove that she had misplaced the night before.

Since my house is spotless (this statement is most assuredly only true today, February 5th. This is primarily due to the contest I am having with Nate and winning by the way) I knew there was no such glove in the house. I told her that I would check the stairway and foyer to see if it was out there.

As I meandered down the stairway telling her all the things Ava had put her mouth today, I spied a large box on our shoe rack.

“I don’t see your gloves, but it looks like we got a package.”

“What kind of package?”

“I don’t know. Probably something for Nate. He’s always ordering some sort of technology. I have no idea. I swear he gets some sort of package every week. I’m always like ‘what is that?’ and he’s like ‘oh it’s a cord or a cable or … I don’t know something.’ Wait this is for me.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know; it’s from some outdoor company. I don’t remember ordering anything.”

Baffled I carried the box up the stairs through the house into the kitchen still babbling away with Shanel. Ava walked into the kitchen from the other side and spied the big box in my arm.

“Is that for me? Is that for me? Did I get a present?” she asked, hopping up and pulling down my arm. “Who’s it from? Is it for me?”

“No, it’s for me.”

I pulled open the drawer and was surprised to see scissors. First a package for me, then finding scissors on the first try, this day couldn’t possibly get better.

I sliced through the tape and found this note:

You are my most favorite Mama ever! You’re the best Mama in the world!

Love, Ava

And then I saw this:


and this:


And then Ava saw this:


and this:


So she grabbed her Uggs and joined the fun:


Look at us: matching sweaters, matching Uggs, matching grins. This reminds me of this:

Ahh, would you look at that, Mama Ugg and Baby Ugg reunited at last:


How Ava came up with the funds to reward her “most favorite Mama” with Uggs is beyond us.

I suppose if babies are now trading stock on E*trade, ordering Uggs online can’t be all that much more complicated, can it?

And perhaps Uggs is marketing to a younger audience. Just this past Sunday, Ava and I were in line to check her into the church nursery when we heard a little voice behind us saying, “Mama look. That girl has Uggs like me.”

Did I mention we were in line for the nursery? With the way Ava is setting trends around here we are all going to be licking our shoes within the week or at least gnawing on cardboard boot shapers.

Oh, how can I mock her at a time like this? She and her mysterious benefactor just gave me Uggs.

And did you hear, I’m her most favorite Mama!

P.S. Will the real M.B. (Mysterious Benefactor) please stand up??


Psst Toes, ignore the weatherman. Warmer days have just arrived!

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Ava’s preschool had a Harvest Party today. Look what she won:

Look what she made:

Apparently my daughter has a flare for flashy accessories.

And if you think that she has taken her “sparkle stars” off?

You would be incorrect.

And if you were to ask she went to sleep in them?

The answer would be yes.

My daughter knows that dreamland is one place that you don’t want to leave your dazzles behind.

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