Why do I keep kidding myself about things getting easier as the kids get older? Sure, some things do get easier, but the challenges keep mounting up as well. You'd think it would even out, wouldn't you? But no, for every task that gets easier, there are two more challenges mounting up as well. Whoever told me while I was pregnant with Ava that the work multiplies in a horrifically disproportionate rate with each new child that is born was maddeningly right.
(In the meantime...there's still a heckova lot more weeds out there, and a few less shaffa daisies.)
Ava now takes most meals at the dinner table with us...
...including dessert--frozen blueberries.
Sharing a book break in Ava's rocking chair. Notice they're both reading to their teddy bears.