When I was leaving my office this past Friday, I started thinking about what Avi and I could do this weekend.  I decided that, instead of making specific plans for us, I was just going to enjoy my little Avibug all weekend long.  I decided that I wouldn’t answer emails, work from home, etc. — that I’d have a whole weekend of just loving Aviean.

And so we played with baby dolls, baked cookies and even spent time with my mother, who drove down to see us on Sunday afternoon.  My mother had never seen my house before, so I was scrambling around trying to get it perfectly clean whilst Avi followed behind me making a mess in whatever room I had just cleaned because, as it turns out, that’s one of her favorite activities.

It was really different to have my mother in my house, but different in a good way.  It’s funny that, even at 25, we still want our parents to be proud of us and the lives we’ve created; we still want them to see our laundry room and our kitchen table and notice the painting on the wall.  I think that, as a single girl, I maybe want that even more than I would normally.

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At one point in the afternoon, I could tell that Avi needed a nap and so I told my mom that I would be right back after I got her to sleep in my bed.  I carried my little ballerina (oh yes, she was in a tutu most of the weekend) to my bed and, as I rocked her to sleep, I couldn’t help but think about how surreal it was to be caring for a child while my mother sat in my living room.

Once I had Avi asleep, I couldn’t help myself; I came out and told my mom to come back to my bedroom with me.  Avi was wrapped up in her lovey (blanket), with her long hair spilled out all over my pillow.  I knew my mom would love it and I was correct; I think she almost cried watching her sleep.

Sometimes life has a funny way of turning a complete circle when you didn’t even realize it was coming.

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In other news, I found a new puppy this weekend.

I’m thinking about naming her Jay / Rose.