Ava turned two over Thanksgiving. Cliches aside, it's really hard to believe she was just a baby such a short time ago. A woman I work with very generously gave us a kitchen set for her (her grandkids grew out of it), which couldn't have been better timing. She must have played with it for two solid days straight. Now, she's always asking if we want coffee or chicken. She stews the magnetic refrigerator letters in a pot and calls it soup. I'm going to show her the art of braising soon.
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