“Mom, you are so lame. This photo op is totally forced and posed and I am wearied by being dragged into your incessant self-portrait taking.
 This almost makes me feel like doing laundry.
She loves this car and cries when I remove her from it.
What better way to christen the baby backpack than an evening trip in the orchard to watch Steve prune the cherries? Avelyn only got whapped in the head by a few falling branches.
She can hold her own bottle now.
Hello! My name is Avelyn and today I had my very first Easter. At first I didn’t know what the heck was happening.