Last Friday when I went to get Ava out of bed, she had adorned some groovy footwear. She must have had a good time digging in her closet.
Owen keeps growing and growing. At the doc's last week he weighed 10 pounds, 8 ounces already. I think about half that weight is in his cheeks. He sleeps for much longer stretches at night than Ava did at this age, which I'm attributing to his nice weight.
Ava also keeps getting bigger, but likes to climb onto Owen's play mat and bouncy seat and declare that this is where she'll play "when she gets little."
Ava has also made some new games out of playing with the dogs. She likes to chase Lucy around and around in circles, which Lucy actually gets into and proceeds to bark her head off. Callie, on the other hand, is not really into Ava's game of sitting on top of her as a favorite reading spot, but tolerates this as the good bird dog that she is. Poor Callie.
