Depictions of Self

Avery got a new camera for her birthday.  Well truth be told, she got 3 new cameras….the first was a $45 aqua job from Target.  Broken right out of the package.  Took it back.  Second was a $70 purple number from Target.  And that was proof that spending more money doesn’t always equal better quality – and that it doesn’t matter how pretty it is…it can still be a piece of junk.  Finally Hubby took her to the store and she came home with a pretty red (color is of course still important) 16 megapixel Nikon Coolpix camera.  This bad boy is better than my camera….but I’m not jealous.  Too much anyways.

So yesterday I finally hooked her camera up to the computer to download it’s contents.   The result was a whole lot of self portraits that I deemed worthy of sharing with you – my reading audience.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure through the eyes of a 7 year old – a 1st grade field trip to the zoo.  Good times. Good times.

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Life behind the lens…

We are building a deck and I took some pictures of the progress.  As I started downloading I realized that there were a large number of photos that I had not taken.    It appears that Avery got a hold of my camera numerous times.

Take a gander at some of the better/more creative ones.  And yes, Carson is asleep in the chair.  Just remember – try not to fall asleep and drool…she WILL catch it on film.

 

 

The Great American Novelist

She has a flair for words.  She’s witty.  She’s insightful.  Based on her early works, I think Avery just might be the next one to write THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL.  You don’t believe me?

I have proof that she’s a genius.  I have proof that she knows what she’s talking about…just take a look at her first solo effort (notice the paper hanging behind it – that was the rough draft):

 

There you have it, folks.  See what I mean?  Although maybe I need to have a talk with her about a cat laying eggs?  Or maybe it’s a methaphor for something bigger, something better.  Something to discuss in a study group.  I already thinking – who laid the egg, exactly?  And where?  What is the symbolism in that statement?  What was the author trying to tell us about society in that statement?  (Man I hated 12th grade Lit)

 

 

 

 

Not to be outdone by her brother

Our lives currently revolve around what is or is not FAIR.   In our Daisy Troop we earned a petal on Honest and Fair.  So after paying a little tribute to Carson, it would only be FAIR for Avery to get her share of the spotlight (like she doesn’t get enough already…)

While Carson has been busy doing *boy things* Avery has certainly held up her end of the *girly* bargain…

So with visuals…I present  “The Life and Times of her Highness”

She’s a Master of Disguise. Never would know it was her, would you?

She’s a baker – believe me, under the frosting, M&Ms, sprinkles and who knows what else is an Easy Bake hockey puck Yellow Cake .

She’s part of a girl group.  They are yet unnamed and based on their performance (straight up yelling in the microphone) it should probably stay that way.  But heed the words on her shirt “Someday I’ll be Famous”…now THAT I believe to be true.  What is even funnier is how they used a couple of flashlights for their “lighting effects”…so funny.

In the immortal words of Christmas Story “I can’t put my arms down.”  That’s 2 t-shirts, a sweater, tights, leggings, jeans, and 3 pairs of socks under those snow pants.  And you can guess, before I even say it, what she said as soon as she was dressed…

She does self-tattooing…

Funny story alert:  The pants below – she refuses to wear them.  They are fun, with silver in them.  I talked her into wearing them one day when she had kinderplus, saying that her teacher was sure to just LOVE them.  When I picked her up, I asked if her teacher liked her fancy pants and her teacher tells me how their conversation went:

Mrs: R – Avery, I love your purple pants.  You look like a grape.

Avery – That’s funny, Mrs. R because I had grapes for lunch.

And there you have it…

She celebrates 100 days of school with flare…

She still has her same Valentine – Sam…aren’t they so grown up?

And if she plays hard enough – she crashes with the best of them…

My Best Girl…

Five years ago today at 2:17 CST in a hospital in McAllen, Texas my world changed forever…

That  year brought many firsts…smiling, sitting up, crawling, laughing, first tooth, kisses, hugs, words…

And then she turned one…

The next year brought first steps, first sentences, first temper tantrums…

And then she turned two…

Ah, the year of being two.  First school, first time as a flower girl, first sentence, first swear word…

And then she turned three…

My big girl…she went to preschool…made her first BFF…

And then she turned four…

She became a big sister, was a flower girl for the second time, made a cross-country trip with Daddy, rode a school bus for the first time, graduated from preschool.


Finally today…my best girl is five…


This morning she woke up to a big surprise – a big girl bike.  She could hardly wait to get outside and ride it (notice the PJs – it’s before 8am)…

How I wonder what surprises and memories this next year will bring…kindergarten, new friends, family vacations, trips to the hunting cabin…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST GIRL…I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN EVER KNOW…XOXO

Pomp and Circumstance

They donned their caps and tassles.  They marched into the multipurpose room.   They got their diplomas and hugged their teachers goodbye.

Today, my big girl graduated from Preschool.  Watch out, Kindergarten!  Here comes Avery…

It was a delightful ceremony followed by a feast of cheesy pizza, fruit and cupcakes.  The teachers did a fabulous job of making it happen.

Art Homework

Avery has a yellow folder that she brings home from school every day.  I make it a point to immediately open it and see what she brought home.  Usually it’s your general assortment of fundraiser fliers and art work that she made that week.   Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until today…

She came home with this cutout.  I turned it over, inspected it.  Pondered.  Finally I had to ask “Hey Avery, what’s this?”  Her response “It’s a rabbit, Mommy.  I have to put a face on it for school.”

Really?

Please pardon me while I trudge back to the gutter, looking for my dirty mind.  Ok?