So I last posted Tuesday so I owe you a few photos.
WED- So on the advice of a few of my friends from my online mom group I went and bought these. They are single dose packets of benadryl. They only come in the dosage for older children but it's much easier to tote around than an extra bottle of the stuff. I just won't give her the whole thing but it will be nice to be able to stash a few of these and always have them on me.
Thur- I had been meaning to photograph this little doll for a while now. Aaron did a job at the McCormick plant and bought this for Ava while he was there. There is something so special about gifts bought for little girls by their Fathers. I can remember everything down to the little happy meal toys my Dad use to bring me when he drove for SnapOn. Let's see if I can recall some that really stick out in my memory...the snap-on radio that looked like a tool box, complete with a Michael Jackson tape (really wish I still had that), the umbrella he woke me up to give me back when I was in third grade (I even remember thinking "o, no I must be in trouble" at first), the deer skin purse with bone beads and rock a wolf had peed on from Canada (still have those), the little stuffed moose from another hunting trip (still have that too), a beautiful porcelain guardian angel (tragically that was broken) and I mourned that darn thing too, an awesome blue electric scooter (still have but unfortunately I don't have the key), a really cool cooler/grill that we use to use all the time at the track (still have but we are boring and don't go anywhere anymore), a set of tiny baby dolls the year I was sick (still have those), an awesome hamper filled with goodies when I moved out (still have everything that wasn't perishable/used), a palm pilot back when they were the latest and greatest, and then mix in a bunch of random gift cards and things just because he had them. Point that I am trying to make is that things like this really do mean a lot and really are remembered. I can't say that Ava being so young will remember this doll in particular but I will and I will tell her about it one day.
O and Mom, I also remember the countless trips to the mall just because, paying to get my hair done to make me feel good (many times), my first pair of diamond ear rings for my thirteenth birthday, my pearl ring for my sixteenth birthday, NYC, Greenbrier, and of course the grocery shopping and all that other tedious necessity stuff that someone had to do. I could go on and on because I do have a really odd ability to remember things from even a very young age but it's late and I have another post to do.
Wait...but while we are here and I'm talking about gifts from my parents let's go there. Thanks for the 1987 Chrysler LaBaron...my first car. I know it was bought because my Dad thought it was cool because it was a convertible and my Mom most likely liked the price tag but really lets face it, that thing wasn't at the top of my list for first cars...haha. I will say this, the car kept me from speeding because anything over 65mph and the car would shake violently. It also taught me to always keep my tank full because well, the gas gauge didn't work. Most importantly it taught me to appreciate my next car that I actually contributed too. Ironically I also missed that car when I moved on from it. I think the day I began to appreciate it was the first day I drove another car. I don't appreciate it leaving me on the side of the road twice but I appreciate the lesson. It served it's purpose and if I had it all to do over again I wouldn't change it.
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