Oxymorons

Krystle and I are convinced that Avery is bi-polar. One minute she's absolutely fine, playing with her babies, gleefully singing the ABC's, giggling with joy, smiling with delight, bouncing with holy cow wait a minute what the hell is happening to her face it's contorting into macabre and disturbing shapes and directions and turning red like the pits of hell oh my gosh

Avery: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's what it looks like:

Apparently, she was like this all day with Krystle (it's her birthday, by the way, so she didn't deserve this noise!!!). Krystle said that she wanted banana but then didn't. Wanted to be held, then didn't. Wanted...who knows! Then didn't. Here's a better view:

Notice the banana in question and the red cheeks on the baby. Tears galore, crazy tantrum eyes, boogers falling out of the nose in tsunamis, but as always, the mut in the mouth.

But here are some of her relaxing, like nothing bad ever happens...

And relaxing near Morgan, nonetheless! Both are sitting still!!!

Below, sitting like a complete angel, watching "The Lion King." Notice the "who, me?" expression on her face!

And finally, the look that says it all...(the somewhere deep inside she truly knows what she's doing look...)

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The oxymorons, then? Crazy Avery, peaceful baby, loud silence, sane mommy.