yaya boo

Ava got her nickname because, as she was learning to talk, she said "ya ya" to any question that anyone asked her.
Mom asked, "Would you like to go for a walk?"
Ava said, "Ya ya."
Sister Via asked, "Would you like to eat my icky, smushed up PB&J?"
Ava said, "Ya ya."
Sister Nora asked, "Would you like me to push you down the stairs?"
Ava said,"Ya ya."
I think we stopped Nora from pushing Ava down the stairs. I think.
Ava is gentle and loves to laugh. She gives big, warm hugs. She kisses with everything she's got. She is the first one to tell you that she loves you. A lot. She is the official door and gate opener in our house. She stops everyone from singing in the car. She screams at anyone who doesn't do exactly what she wants to do when she wants to do it. Ava is 2 and a half years old. It's just a stage. I hope.
Ava is also the one who comes up with random suggestions. "I know, let's put the kitty in the dishwasher. How 'bout that?" Each random suggestion is followed by the sweet little phrase, "How 'bout that?" It's hard to resist.