The blog of a girl who longs for bygone days, but isn't quite sure how she'd make it without her washing machine.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Yesterday Ava turned 8 months old. Today she clapped her little chubby hands for the first time. She wants to play patty cake over and over and over. As I write this she is sitting in the floor, singing and clapping her hands. She also learned to make noise come out of a recorder today. Exciting, but not quite as cute as the hand clapping.