Ava and I had the funniest thing happen the other day that reminded me of an article I read in the local paper I don't like to admit having a subscription to: Ava was up in her room saying what I thought was "Tell me to pat the pillow!" So of course, being the kind of indulgent mom I am, I say to Ava "Pat the pillow". "No! Tell me to pat the pillow!" Now, it quickly became obvious to me that the "no" part was actually not part of the game, I just wasn't saying what she wanted. So back and forth we go, me begging for more clues and not getting even close. Sad, frustrated Ava trying so hard to communicate with her slight frontal thrust probably caused by the passifier I (again) indulge her with despite many warnings from other more stern, knowing parents...ugh. Well, in the end, she grabs The Very Hungry Caterpillar book off the shelf, and says firmly, "See! Pat the pillow!!!!" She sighs, plops down on my lap and starts the story!
Note to self: pat the pilow = caterpillar. The pajama = vagina is a story for another day!
Okay, not to make this entry too long, but I have to mention this awesome blog before I go: littleredbikecafe.com. You must check out the witty writing and gorgeous food pics! Not to mention the beutiful owners! Love the local little places I keep discovering...yay P-town!

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