I’m sort of a one trick pony. I’ll admit it. I like to take pictures of Chase wearing my sunglasses and of Avery wearing this pixie hat. I can’t say enough good things about Shannon or Sweet Pepita, the stuff is CUTE. I love this hat. Love it. And I’m sure it’s no coincidence that it matches her car seat. It’s almost too much.
Yes, there’s plenty of cuteness to go around these days. So let me temper it a little with this shot. Although I’m quite certain that I love the hat more than Avery does her aversion is not quite as intense as this picture would lead you to believe. I have to share it because it cracks me up to look at just how perfectly awful it is. It’s a good deal more Eastern Bloc babushka than wood nymph. Though I suppose she has a little of that in her anyhow.
My sister says cuteness peaks at 4. She’s usually right and I think I’m starting to see it. Chase is toying with the concept of funny. At the dinner table she likes to tell jokes, if you will, and I can see her working on her delivery. More often than not she’s just going on about what she things is crazaayy! Every now and then she tries some new material. Last night she told Avery “Hey, look! A little dog!” and I don’t know why but it was hilarious. I think it comes from being totally exhausted at the end of the day but it’s way better than the alternative that usually present itself at dinnertime… the seemingly endless whining.