A day in a life of Ava

During these long, sweltering summer days, Ava and I keep things simple. This is our schedule: up for the day at around 8:30am. It sounds like we sleep in, but usually there is a battle that waged a couple of hours ago. Ava doesn't sleep well at night. She starts in the crib at around 9:30 pm (she's kind of a night owl), then usually wakes up a couple of times before David and I go to bed. She just needs a little TLC to be put back to sleep. Then sometimes she wakes up at midnight, right when David and I are in our deep sleep. At that point, we just bring her into our bed and David goes to sleep on the uncomfortable guest bed that he doesn't fit on (although there really aren't a lot of beds he fits on anyway!). Ava insists on nursing a couple of times in the middle of the night and throws a tantrum if we just let her fuss it out on the bed. Even after nursing her sometimes, she'll just sit up and decide that it is time to bang on the headboard or my face. I am constantly moving her around on the bed so that she won't fall off or bang her head on multiple hazardous areas of the bed. There must be a better way...

Ok, back to the schedule. I've discovered that Ava thinks cribs are overrated (refer to paragraph above). This is also the case during the day. I finally figured out that she'll have to sleep on the floor. I lay her on my chest, lay down on the floor, and slide her down onto the blankets once I think she is in a deep sleep. Like this:

When she wakes up, she can play with her toys for a few seconds before I go get her. Lately, she's been taking her morning nap at around 11am and sleep until about 1pm. If I'm lucky, this whole process repeats at around 3:30pm. She might sleep until 5pm. She really does whatever she wants. She is the boss.

During the day, Ava plays with her toys. This is the new kitchen set I bought her. I really want to buy her a ton more toys, but David says we don't have the room. So I guess we need a bigger house.

Ava likes to explore. Especially the electric plugs you see there on the wall. I am constantly chasing her around and trying to get her away from danger. I think we need to do a better job of babyproofing. Multiple times during the day we are prying her mouth open to see what she is chomping on. Usually, it's tiny pieces of paper that is on our floor. Why we have tiny pieces of paper on our floor, I don't know. Sometimes she'll be chomping on 3-day old Cheerios that fell off her booster seat. The five second rule doesn't apply anymore. I mean, who has time to vacuum 5 times a day?

Ava looks like she got caught doing something naughty. I'm sure she was about to. There are lots of goodies in that chest to chew on. Like pictures I need to sort through and put into photo albums, but probably won't happen until Ava is in college.

We thought it would be funny to put Ava inside an empty box and pull her around. She didn't think it was funny. Usually we put her in a more traditional mode of transportation, like a stroller. She enjoys our family walks.

Meet Ava's greatest foe. Ava is scared to death of this thing. We bought it, hoping Ava would love to use it in the pool. But everytime she sees this thing, she trembles and screams and practically jumps into our arms. She won't take her eyes off of it until we hide it. Sometimes during the day, I'll take her over to the car and pet it. But Ava still hates it and we've never used it at the pool. I guess it has kind of a creepy face.

Once in a while we make it to the pool. She likes to drink the water. She does have a bathing suit but it is a pain to put on. She likes it au naturel, baby.

We spend a lot of time going to Target. Sometimes a couple of times a week. It's impossible to leave Target without spending $50 each time. I must say, a bored mom = a mom who shops a lot. So I have to keep us busy, otherwise we'll be in trouble! But now I've discovered online shopping and that is extremely dangerous!