Monday, October 25, 2010

Mid-Semester

50 yard line! I'm almost done with the semester! Half down, half to go.

Thank goodness.

Y'all, if it is possible, Avery is getting cuter every single day. Her personality is emerging and boy, what a poop! But also a cutie patootie. I need to start carrying a large stick with me, because everywhere we go, I have to politely excuse myself and my child, because we really gotta get going, it's almost dinner time, sorry we can't stay and chat about how cute my child is. Yes, she waves goodbye, yes she plays patty cake, yes, she will even give kisses. Now, please, the milk in my basket is getting warm. I need a stick to beat people away. For goodness sake. The saying should go: "With great cuteness comes great responsibility." Because I swear, Avery is the source of many people's happiness. Complete strangers, I mean. Of course she is the source of my happiness. I have to meet my quota and take her out several times a week so that the old ladies who frequent Randall's can play with Avery in the frozen dinner aisle and find the strength to live another day.

Okay, I might be over dramatizing this a tad. But I'm a theatre teacher. It's what I do. (Notice I said theatre teacher. Not theatre major. I'm growing up.)

Anywho, she now shakes her head "no." All the time. Whenever I ask her anything. And even when I don't ask her anything at all.
"Avery, do you want to eat your green beans?" *shakes head*
"Avery, do you want to go to bed?" *shakes head*
"Avery, do you want a bottle?" *shakes head*
"Avery, do you want a chocolate donut with rainbow sprinkles?" *shakes head*
"How did you sleep, Avery?" *shakes head*
"It's a very nice day outside, Avery" *shakes head*
"You're a poop, Avery." *shakes head*

All the time, it's *shakes head*