The Week

Ava is back to being her normal self. Every day this week we went to play soccer, walk the track, climb all over the jungle gym, and just kept active. I feel like we are doing the most that we can to control her weight physically and as far as what she has been eating she is eating very healthy. I'm thinking though that her 2 hour nap everyday might need to be ceased since that brings her resting metabolism down. I'm going to check with her doctor and see what he thinks and go from there. But all in all she is happy and healthy and full of energy.

Yesterday I got the bright idea to take the girls to Six Flags for Spring Break. I figured if we only walked around to see the animals Ava should get plenty of exercise. I brought along with me reinforcements, my friend and her daughter (our new babysitter), to help with the girls. We got there at 11 A.M. and arrived home at 7P.M. That should give you a good guesstimate of how much fun everyone had even though it seemed like there were millions of people and somewhat long lines for rides due to the fact that it was the last day for spring break. No wonder we could bring a friend for free with our season passes. I don't think I'll be taking the girls by myself anytime soon on one of those days. We'll be sticking to the days kids are in school and go early in the morning. But alas, we had fun.

The girls wanted to see the whale show like always. We sat down in the 3rd row of the splash zone. Right when the whale came swimming out there was this whoosh, and the whale lifted it's tail and splashed us all. It mostly got my pant leg wet and part of my face, Olivia was surprisingly dry (and quite upset she didn't get more wet), and Ava suffered the brunt of it. Her whole face was splashed- right after I lathered her down with sunscreen. She cried and wanted to leave so we left Olivia to sit with our friend and her daughter and we moved back a few rows to safety. We were still in the splash zone but not low enough to get wet. The rest of the 20 minute whale show Ava repeated this mantra, "I want to get outta here right now...." So she literally sat behind me the rest of the show and used me as a shield. She wouldn't even look at the whale swimming. I felt for her because honestly she did get drenched but it was super hot outside and the wet clothes felt good. But getting splashed in the face by a killer whale at three years old can be quite scary. Once we were outta there she was fine and went to have a snack and see the butterflies.

Both girls slept the entire way home and held on tightly to their flattened pennies. Today Ava has recovered from her trauma and she says she wants to see the whale again but just not get wet. No psychological damage has been thankfully. Whew. Olivia is scheduled to go to a birthday party tonight for a school friend which Dave is taking her to so Ava and I are free to do whatever we want together. I need to think of something cool that she will love. Maybe we'll go bowling...

On a different note:

Two days ago I was driving with Ava some place and she had brought along her lamb that she won at the Egg hunt. She yells to me, "MOMMY, MY LAMB CRAPPED IN THE CAR!!!!"

"WHATTTT??" I said.

"My lamb CRAPPED all over the floor!"

I look over my shoulder to see the stuffed lamb with it's leg spread and the imaginary CRAP that had fallen to the floor. And then I explained that that wasn't a nice word and we won't be using it anymore. Although Dave and I are always talking about which of the pets has crapped somewhere in the house... I guess we are going to have to monitor ourselves so we don't say it anymore either.

So later that day Ava replaced her naughty word with "shootamonkey." Thanks Dave for creating such great vernacular for our kids. Now every time something happens that would require saying, "oh shoot," I get to hear, "shootamonkey." I guess it is better than crap.