Shut my feet.

I know it's been a week since I've posted. Sorry Aunt Kelly.

Every night we do the normal bath, prayers, bed, etc. The funny exception every night is with Ava. Every night, she grabs almost every toy she can find and throws them in her bed. She sleeps with the Little People Farm fence, sunglasses, and most importantly.......her zebra slider toy that came out of the cereal box. I didn't even know they still put toys in there! We clear out a little space for her to sleep in the mound of toys, and I cover her up. Every night, she says "shut my feet." Let me tell you that it took us FOR.EV.ER to figure this one out, but in Ava-speak it means "please tuck the bottom of the blanket under my feet, and repeat with all of the blankets that you cover me with. All of them. Even the extra 5 receiving blankets that I beg for when it's over 70 degrees in my room and I'm in footie pajamas."

Oh, and don't think I let her burn up with all of those blankets. I remove them after she's asleep. :)