That's right. Brian and I went to our local farmer's market Saturday morning and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw #1: Strawberries in January, and #2: A banner that said "Santa Maria, CA Strawberries." We asked the guy how he got them here and he said he drove up that morning. It doesn't get fresher than that.
They were delicious, and smelled like home. The strawberry fields of home...not the broccoli fields. I can live without that one for sure. Avery loved them. In her hands, #17 and #18. I didn't know that little belly could hold so much.
Needless to say, we'll be back next Saturday for a refill. They were gone by Sunday night.
I'll try and update more often, but here are a few happenings since last time. We packed up Avery's outgrown clothes...and she started to climb. She can now climb on the dining room chairs and almost the couch. She's pretty proud about it.
She found my piano lesson sticker stash. I knew it was too good to be true that she was playing alone for 15 minutes. She was having a blast though.
She found Grandpa's glasses as well. Cute stuff.
THIS was a red-letter day! We went to some friend's for dinner and some much needed catching up and their boys happily entertained Avery without us in sight! It was so exciting for us to leave her alone. We've found us a baby sitter!
I reminded myself that I really don't like puzzles. At least not anything over 100 pieces.
I had to finish it once I got that far, and wouldn't you know, it's missing a piece! I think Avery's hiding it in her intestines.
And lastly, Avery's new kitty came. Can you tell them apart? I can. I'm having a bit of a guilt-filled dilemma.
Do I put away the new one until the original is thread-bare and lost all it's appendages, or do I keep switching them out every time kitty takes a bath in the washer so they wear the same? That feels a little shady. My child's not an idiot. She'll soon recognize the difference. I actually tried swapping them once, and because new kitty is still super fluffy, she actually looked and it, hugged it, and looked at it again. I felt awful. I think I may just save new kitty to show her in 5 years what she used to look like. Ideas?
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