Riley and Avery

So today was fairly boring. It rained. And rained. Being from Colorado I am just no longer used to extended periods of useless rain.


We met Mina and Jay and his friend Lindsay at McDonalds today and Riley had her first Happy Meal. She was pretty happy with the toy. Riley was still a touch too small to play on the playplace since they have these silly platforms that she can't climb. Riley and Jay are still getting along well, although sometimes they want the same thing. Jay is incredibly attentive to Avery and seems to understand her limitations. I think that he'll make a great big brother. Boys are usually naturally more tender, and then society does something to them.

I was admiring my mother's scrapbooks today and she had done a page of Riley and Avery at the park in Montana when Avery was a few months old. Much to my embarrassment, she was wearing the same sweater she's wearing today. So she's still wearing a 3-6m sweater. Sue me. It is a little small now, but not small enough to stop wearing. Plus it's pink, brown, and green. The color combination that is like crack to my senses.


Riley has skipped her naps for a few days. Then she melts down and passes out. She woke up in the middle of the night and requested a bowl of whipped cream, with graham crackers and a spoon. Not going to happen in the middle of the night, but I did oblige today. She insisted on eating the whipped cream "like a dog" so I don't know why she needed a spoon. We have also decided that Riley looks uncharacteristically goofy in pictures. I really tried to get un-goofy photos, but failed. I think it's the big far-apart eyes that make her look doofy in pictures. Oh well, she's exotic looking in real life.

Avery still has her mystery rash, so we postponed her portrait appointment. I still can't figure out what I ate that is worse than what I normally eat. My mother is really working hard on making the Thanksgiving meal edible for all of us. On Friday we have to get serious about Avery's birthday party. Maybe a trip to Party City will inspire us.


This is what a previously happy Avery looks like when I pass within her sight. Her mystery allergic reaction has made her hard to handle today, and nothing I did made her happy for long. Hopefully she'll be better tomorrow.

So I have yet to figure out the formatting on this computer so that it publishes in a manner that is satisfactory to me. I will probably redo it all when I get home so that everything is homogeneous. Plus I'm just a controlling perfectionist...