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The Ava Scarlett Show

The Five-Alarm Bitch

February 25, 2010 Random Grumbles

I’m not so accustomed to the tantrums.
I know the differences in personality and development between one child and his or her sibling(s) can be as vast in difference as apples and marshmallows. Oliver, my first, wasn’t usually prone to tantrums. I found him fairly reasonable for a child his age, and didn’t usually [...]

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She’s Two!

January 21, 2010 The Ava Scarlett Show

My, oh my. My delicious baby girl turns two today. I can scarcely believe how quickly the time is passing… and though I kid about her antics, she is a wonderful child. She can be a stubborn mule, but for the most part she is very sweet. Curious, talkative, charming, and [...]

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One Kid Manages the Other, and That’s the Truth, Ruth.

December 22, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

The baby doesn’t listen to anything I say. It would appear that her brother rules the roost.
I say, “No running!” and she only runs faster. If her brother tells her not to, she will (usually) stop dead in her tracks.
I say something like, “Miss? Can you please put that wrapper in the [...]

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My Little Houdini

December 10, 2009 The Ava Scarlett Show

Earlier this week, one of my girlfriends came over for lunch and a chat – she brought McDonald’s (because that’s just how ladies-who-lunch do, yo!) and I’d just put Ava Scarlett to bed for a nap about thirty minutes prior, but I could still hear the little demon making noises. Chatting with the devil [...]

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Little Chats

September 10, 2009 The Ava Scarlett Show

I can hear the baby wandering around the house, going in and out of rooms aimlessly, until she finds me in the kitchen again. She comes to my feet and throws her hands in the air, leaning on me, saying, “UP!” and I lift her into my arms. She puts her right arm [...]

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Talking

July 28, 2009 The Ava Scarlett Show

Until recently, much of Ava Scarlett’s language has been baby blurbs of indecipherable nonsense, unless you know her as I do. I often know what she’s trying to say, even though her pronunciation is still far less than perfect. She stopped calling me “mumma” a while ago, in favour of “mimi” which I [...]

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