Our day started at 4:30. We were up with Ava who is having some major allergy induced asthma.
Bless her heart. I think we should name her nebulizer, as it is a constant companion this time of year.
Massimo went to be pampered at 7a.m.... bath, trim, ear clean, nails filed and teeth brushed. We can't do it anymore. At least I can't. I should video my attempt and send it to America's Funniest Home Videos.... trying to groom a 95 pound dog that is taller than me standing.
I may not agree but this weekend is the Red River Shoot Out (I think they have changed the name now) and there is such a competitiveness in the air. We are braving it and heading to Dallas anyway to meet and watch the USA gymnasts on tour. Ava is super excited.
Sewing is still coming along....may not have anything to show by Christmas but should by Easter.
Oh, and last night we went to eat sushi. I told Ava that if she would eat one piece I would personally call Santa. I knew that she wouldn't do it...well she shoved a california roll in her mouth, gagged, chased it with her drink and said, "Mommy pick up your cell and call Santa."
There is no doubt Ava is mine. She will call your bluff in a split second. I told her that with the time difference he was fast asleep with Mrs. Claus and we shouldn't wake him as that would not be beneficial on her behalf. It is now 8:30 and I have to figure out who to call so that she doesn't recognize the voice. We used to call my Papaw, but now she knows his voice... the joke is on me and I better produce. Think I have the perfect solution...more to come.
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