We had dinner at Jodie, Matt, and Ava's house. Ava is ten months old and is this close to running around the house. I don't even remember the ten-month-old version of Lyla. Wait, hold on a sec. There she was:
I wrote on that day about how exciting it was that Lyla stood unassisted for three seconds. Not that mobility is a contest, but I think Ava might be winning.
It was pajama day at daycare, and around noon they piled all the kids into the gym and had a New Year's countdown followed by a dance party. That's more active than Julie and I will be during the actual countdown. Really it's a countdown to the year we'll have another kid.
Maybe it'll be a 1/11/11 baby. Or a 1/1/11 baby. Or a 12/31/10 tax-break baby. Julie had an appointment yesterday, though, and the cervix door is not the least bit ajar. So maybe it's looking more like Groundhog Day.
A groundhog baby would be perfect - that's what our oldest is :) than you can call them tutu :) (two two)
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