I go walkin'....

Yes, folks, we have a walker on our hands. Let the good times begin. First steps were on March 6, just three of them, and then about 5 days later, he just took off. Now he's imitating Frakenstein all the time. And quite proud.

The Easter basket made an appearance today because we went to an Easter egg hunt and pancake breakfast at church. Sadly, there are no pictures because SOMEONE (me) forgot to put the SD card back into her camera. Oops. I wish I had pictures so that you could see: 1) the tears that flowed over us making Ava wear a nametag, and 2) the amount of food that Davis packed in. Insane. He eats more than his sister.

After the egg hunt (and the drama over name tag), we came home. Ava was feeling the NCAA (and NIT! Go Heels!) fever and decided to play a little hoops:

And, like all good divas, she played basketball in her dress and gladiator sandals.

Davis got his first boo-boo today.

It made me really sad. Like, more than it should have. Something about seeing a scrape on that perfect baby skin is just tear-worthy. Sigh. I guess it's the first of many. Oh, and that kind of stuff doesn't get easier with baby #2. And maybe it's even harder. I mean, he's my BABY. With big, yummy legs.

The rest of the day, while nice, was also drama-filled. And that's putting it mildly. The sadness over the name tag was only the beginning this morning. There was a LONG meltdown over me saying that she needed to spend the day outside. And when I say long, I mean 30-plus minutes. Then there were several more meltdowns. It got to be crazy. I mean, I opened a Blue Moon at 5pm. I was motivated by both the weather and the bad behavior. Also, please note that  we were throwing a ball around and Ava knocked over the aforementioned beer. So then I was forced to open another. Forced, I tell you.And it was good.

So, all in all, a good Saturday. Hoping for a little calmer Sunday. I have quite a few little house projects I need to work on, and disciplining my oldest child really isn't on the day's agenda.

Boys v. Girls

I am lucky enough to have one of each kid. One girl, one boy. At age 4 1/2 (don't tell her she's 4...that "and-a-half" is really important to her), I can see that she's a girlie girl. I mean, she often wears lots of jewelry. As in, 20 or 30 pieces AT A TIME.

She is often in a princess costume (Snow White, mostly), and is obsessed with shoes, clothes, bows, etc. And she hates to get dirty. Funny enough, though, her very best friend is a boy. They have already announced their engagement, but that's a story for another day.

Now, Davis, is all boy. ALL boy. Nothing dainty about him at all. He is obsessed with getting his hands dirty and putting them in all the places he shouldn't. Toilets are his personal fave. Just this morning, he put some furniture from Ava's doll house into the toilet. While I was sitting on it. Somehow I didn't notice, so I had the pleasure of sticking my hand into my own urine in order to retrieve a yellow plastic table. These are the sorts of things that increase my desire for cocktails at noon.

It's really fun having these two incredibly different beings, though. When Ava was a baby,we didn't really have to babyproof our house at all. Davis can get into things I didn't think he'd even notice, though. AnEd he's a climber. He has no regard for his own saftey whatsoever. He'll dive right over our legs and laugh the whole time, completely unaware that he's inches from breaking his neck. This does make me a little nervous for the truly wild years.

Both kids are pretty fabulous, and one of each makes our house feel so balanced. I love it, even though between the two of them, I am totally exhausted. Ava mentally exhausts me, and Davis physically. It's all good, though.