These are big times in the life of Avery.
This past weekend, Lucas converted her crib into a big girl bed.
Yesterday, we bought her big girl underwear, stacked books about going potty near her pink throne in the bathroom, and have religiously been asking Avery if she has to go.
Most notably, Avery has been talking A LOT more. She's been a conversationalist for quite sometime, but now, it's different.
This morning we told her that she was going to the doctor's today, to which she replied, "I don't want to go. I don't want that guy pinching me." I asked, "What did you say?" And she retorted, "I SAYED NO PINCH ME, GUY."
Midday, Lucas took Avery to the doctor. Shortly after I returned from work, Avery was just waking up from an afternoon nap. She'd peeled her shirt off, and let her naked pot belly lead the way to Lucas' lap. She nestled up next to him, half awake. Hair in her face. I asked her, "How'd the doctor go?"
She gave me the evil eye and said, "that guy hurt me." And then her face softened, "But Norah gave me a wowy pop." I think it's safe to say, she won't be scarred for life.