one is silver

so after i aired my latest insecurities, hernan called me and was talking to me about photography. he said, "you have your own style and you're getting better at it."

i said, "i have no idea what you're talking about, but i like it."

may i just say thank you to all of the kind and sincere friends that are out there to offer me a kind word when i am feeling discouraged, even if i don't understand what you're saying?

thank you, i really mean it. it's nice to know a girl can get a little discouraged and have some kind support every once in awhile.

ava and me in a public restroom

ava: i want to go in that one!

me: okay, but DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING.

(pause)

me: DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!

(pause)

me: Ava! I said, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!

Ava: O-KAY!

me: Ava, don't touch anything.

Ava: there are other people going potty in here. i can hear them going potty.

(pause)

Ava: Mom? I can hear them going potty.

(pause)

Ava: Pewww! I can smell them going potty! it smells bad! gross! ewww! gross! Peeewwww! yucky!

me: Don't touch anything.

ava: I think that person went poopy. it's gross to smell it.

me: Don't touch anything. AVA! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!

ava: Sorry, mom!

Do I really need to end this post with the following? sometimes i really wish we were still in diapers. especially when i'm crouched down in the beach public restrooms that stink to high heaven, i have seth strapped to my back and he is doing everything short of killing me to touch the toilet paper roll.

yeah, those days when i simply stuck ava in the trunk to wrestle her out of that nasty old diaper and into a fresh new one? loved it. LOVED IT. i just didn't know it yet. seths' going to be old enough to go to the bathroom unattended before i let him put on those big boy pants. because frankly, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.