My Girls.

Allow me to introduce my three stellar ladies.

First Born

AJF, aka, "avie gravy"

Avery was born in the summer.  She was like the summer also--hot and sweaty.  She came out with a wig on and looked pretty squishy.  I was scared of her and didn't know what to do with her.  Avery inexplicably loves sports and this is what makes me believe she may have been switched at birth with another baby.  Somewhere out there is a girl who loves art, reading, Hello Kitty, and music.  Avery graduated in the Top 50 of her 800+ class, was an Edina scholar, and is currently attending an Ivy League college on the east coast.  To all you doubters who said I couldn't do it--owned.

Second Born

HJF, aka, "naughty sauce"

Hadley is my second child.  I have always said if Hadley had come first, there never would have been an Avery.  First of all, she refused to be born, and then decided to come out face up.  Second of all, she decided to be born jaundiced, and so spent the first week of her life in the NICU.  She has grown to be extremely flexible, (physically), extremely materialistic, and extremely sassy.  But she wants to be a doctor, and so I continue to treat her well with the knowledge that she someday will be paying for my condo in Hawaii.

Third Born

CSF, aka, "Kylee"

I have no idea where this baby came from.  She appeared in my late 30's, and turned me into a bedridden diabetic for nine months.  She continues to confound me by refusing to go to bed before 10, calling me "Caillou" and asking me, "is it good?"  She also may have been switched at birth, as I have never appreciated Legos, swimming, or playing outside.  She also has an affinity for ketchup, something I cannot even smell without heaving.  Did I mention I am homeschooling her?  The general public just isn't ready.