So, this morning, Ava was back to zero with the leg—she would not walk on it. The Motrin had worn off, and it clearly hurt. After another dose of medicine, she slowly started putting weight on it. I called the doctor, and she said wait through the day—if she is not better by tomorrow, off we go to be seen again. She is otherwise fine though, so that is good. We are at Nana’s house by ourselves, and Ava has just spent the last 5 minutes slathering lotion all over her. I was a little surprised to walk in and see her almost entirely white with lotion. She smells good though.

Carter fell asleep all by himself this morning—I put him in the pack and play with Tad, the musical frog (or tadpole, I suppose), and pressed the lullaby button 6 times for 6 minutes of soothing music, gave him his nuk, and 7 minutes later, he was asleep. I was astonished. Ava would never have fallen for that banana in her tailpipe. First of all, she hated lullabies for the first 2 years of her life. HATED them. If the lullaby function on Tad were accidentally turned on, she would cry and cry for it to be turned off. And then of course, putting her down anywhere, let alone a crib, was grounds for an absolute meltdown.

He is so easygoing.

Ava told me that she loved me this evening. Not “I love you too” but “I love you mommy.”