For example, here you'll see them in matching bathrobes, hugging and talking amongst themselves.
Here, you'll see some blurriness around their hands. That's because Morgan is helping Avery to hide her hands...
Avery: Where's hands?!
Morgan: I don't know! Where did Avery's hands go?
Me: Avery...how are you going to eat ice cream without hands?!
Avery: (quickly revealing her hands from the robe) HERE'S HANDS! HAHAHAHAHA!
Me: Hey girls, give each other a hug!
Girls: Hugs!!!!!!
(seriously, they ran at each other, super-dooper hugged, and Morgan even lifted Avery off of the ground! With looks of loving joy they loved and hugged and laughed and helped one another. Heart-warming!)
See?
Finally, let's again confirm that Avery is a total THUG! This girl even dresses like a boxer, hooded robe and all! One move from you and she'll "what's up dog?!" you. And not in the Randy Jackson kind of way.
Avery: Yo, dog, gimme that sippy cup or we're gonna have a problem.
Me: Did you just say "milk, please?"
Avery: Yeah, woman, drop that there milk in the cute little cup that most babies adore but I secretly just want to chuck across the room before I throw a tantrum.
Me: Aw! That's so cute! She looks so serious when she says, "please!" Avery, would you like some milk?!
Avery: Are you deaf, lady? I shouldn't have to tell you more than once! Do you not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?!
(Avery starts touching mommy's mouth and coherently says, "mouth" and smiles. She then identifies eyes, nose, ears, and hair. Let's review how that went).
(Avery shoves her fingers into my mouth. Yes, shoves! Opens my mouth with a GI Joe kung fu grip that's freakishly strong for such little fingers type of prying. It actually hurts and is weird. How do you look a 1.9 year old in the face and admit defeat? You can't! You just have to literally grin and bear it. Hurt = laughter).
Me: Oh, yeah, jeez, look at mommy's teeth! Oh boy, ah, okay, yeah, those are teeth, hahaha, gag......
Avery: HEHEHEHEHE! Teeth! Mouth! HEHEHE!
Me: Oh, yeah, those OUCH are mommy's eyes that you should leave where they are! Poking hurts! Ow!
Avery: HEHEHE, HAHAHA.
Me: Leave mommy's earrings alone, okay?! No, wait, don't grab those, you could really - OW - yeah, that.
Avery: HAHAHA, HEHEHE.
Me: Okay, yeah, that's mommy's hair, Yes, that's a ponytail -AH! Okay Avery, gentle hands, OW! Okay? It's so important that you - OW! - be gentle with people and have nice - UGH - hands. OWWW! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY HAIR!!!!!
Avery: MWAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!!! (devious grin included).
Yeah, she's a hoot alright! Her favorite game is "Where is ______?" Here you'll see her in full "avoid the bottle, jammies, and bedtime" mode as she actually thinks that I can't see her...
Where's Avery?!?!?!?!
(muffled laughter)
Notice the forehead precariously peeking out of the polka dot blankie?! Yeah, she still thinks that she's invisible.
THERE SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!
Whoops! Where'd she go this time?!?!!? Oh my goodness! Avery has completely disappeared! What am I going to do (more muffled laughter) without her?!?! (Baby flailing legs up then violently down onto Morgan's bed repeatedly. Almost as if her joy physically manifested itself in uncontrollable spasmodic turrets syndrome-like jerks of her lower half. Don't laugh. You're all lucky that I was able to get a clear picture of this!)
Avery: In her noggin, here's what she's thinking: "If I just briefly glance beyond the horizon of this fleece barrier, I will no doubt be able to assess the potential hilarity of the situation."
Who are we kidding!??!!?!?
My THUG would think, and pardon her French, "Yo Bee-Atch?!!??! What the *&%# do you think you're doin' tryin' to sneak up on my invisible ass?! You're lucky I don't open up a can of whoop ass on you for peepin' tom-in on me in my sleep. Yeah, that's right! Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Spank me? Good luck finding my little ass with more than half your hand. And what? You think a little spank is gonna cause more tears than my "tantrums?" Shit. Those tantrums are just to keep you wrapped around my finger. Woman, if you had any "thug" in your blood we wouldn't even be having this conversation. We'd be out on the town living it up! But instead, I'm sound asleep at 10:51 on a Wednesday and you're a total dork because you can't stop writing all of this cheesy crap! Stop putting words in my mouth and hear me when I say - I will emotionally whoop your ass tomorrow!!!!"
Me: Yeah, you're right.
Avery: Told you so. Jeez!
(And she did...)
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