Happy 18 Months, Avery!

Avery, when you are looking back on your blog books, I want you to know that you were a very "busy" toddler. With all of your activity, you have taught us many important life-lessons, including to keep keys in our pocket when we step outside for even a second because you can lock us out; that you are an "advantage climber" and will use your toys or chairs to reach the objects we thought we were smart enough to push to the back of the countertop; that perhaps a pub-height glass table and chairs are not exactly "kid-friendly"; if you smile and talk to everyone, they will smile back; Sesame Street is a timeless classic (thank you, You Tube); and, if you feed a dog tablefood three+ times a day, she will love you forever.

Columbia Zoo

Avery is an animal lover at heart. He loves his doggies, the homeless kitties at the vet's office, the great white egrets that are constantly flying overhead, the random turtles that get stuck in our yard and have to be freed, and even the zillions of frogs that cover the house and windows at night (at least, he did love them until one jumped right at him and scared him to death!). While Charleston has many great qualities, one thing that it lacks is a ZOO. Today, we patiently made the hour and forty minute drive to Columbia to take Avery for his first zoo experience. While he was excited to see all of the animals, words can not describe his elation in the aquarium portion of the zoo. Check out the video and pics below:

10-4, Good Buddy

Videos of Avery playing with his new dump truck from Ninny & Grandaddy.

It Only Took 18 Months...

I knew this day would come. Frankly, I am shocked that it took this long...

Park Pics

Avery's New Dog

This is Avery's new dog. JUST KIDDING! Before anyone has a heart attack thinking that the Jean Team is officially outnumbered by canines to human adults, I am just kidding...I want to subtract a dog from this family (I will not name which one, that would just be mean), not add a dog. This is Kobe, Ninny & Grandaddy's yorkie. He is four pounds of pure terrier. He was Avery's little buddy during the grandparents' visit. Avery finally had a dog who would sit still while being petted, would let him win at tug-of-war, and who couldn't knock Avery over when he jumped on him. If I wasn't so worried about a 28-pound toddler falling and crushing this tiny dog (and if I didn't already have two obnoxious canines in the house), I would seriously consider getting Avery a little yorkie to call his own. Wait, I'm just kidding on that one too.