My Girls

Nothing new is happening around the Boyd house, but I did take a cute video of my girls yesterday as they were playing in Ava's bedroom. Since, I haven't posted in a while, I thought I'd share this.

OLLY EXISTS!

Ever since I started this blog, I have only ever posted Ava's pictures. I got some cute ones of just Olivia, so here are the latest and the greatest.











We were doing a photo shoot..you know - look sad, look happy, look surprised, look angry, etc. Olly loves having her picture taken even more than she likes to take mine. Lucky for you, I didn't include the ones she took of me - scary! Anyway, I just felt bad for leaving Olly out of all the blogger-ific fun, so I FINALLY posted some pics of her. Aren't you thrilled?!?

Deep Thoughts

In case you didn't notice, I've got Deep Thoughts on my sidebar. If you watched SNL int he 90's, you know what I'm talking about. You either love them, or you REALLY don't. Well, if you do find them humorous, you'll really love the new one I put up - it's always been one of my favorites. I don't know about eveyone else but I can always use a good laugh. Later!

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Ava loves her Daddy.

So far, Ava has been a Momma's Girl. I guess most babie are when they're little. Every morning one of us brings Ava into our bed when she wakes up around 6:30 or so. Then every time I walk out of the bedroom, to go to the bathroom or to get her a bottle or whatever, she starts crying and saying "mamamamama". But this morning, Tommy brought her into the bedroom and then when he got up to go into the bathroom, The Little Chicken, (that's what Olivia calls Ava) started crying! Tommy was so friggin' happy, even if he tried to pretend he didn't care. I thought it was cute until she didn't cry when I left the room. So of course I had to test her. The second time I left the room she did the "mamamama" so I was happy. I know that's twisted, to hope that your child will cry, but whatever. And now, speaking of the little chicken, I have to go because she keeps biting me on the leg. I swear, it's like having a wild animal in the house. She's a lunatic.