Going to start dropping down a blog here from time to time so all my peeps can check The Knight Line to see what we've been kickin' out here in Richmond, Virginia.
Current events:
Avery turns 20 months on May 1st!!! Man alive, time seems to be flying by - she just keeps growing and getting smarter each day. Her latest achievements include spelling her name and counting to 10 (sometimes 11!)... She's still working on the other letters in the alphabet but she has the A-V-E-R-Y down pat. She loves the movie "Finding Nemo" and multiple requests are raised on a daily basis to view this ocean classic. No fish stories here, she's a Nemo fanatic. She's also a fan of singing songs - in the bathtub, in the car, at dinner time - you
name it and we've sang it. For the most part Avery is all smiles, but we have seen signs of the terrible 2's approaching. Fits come mostly at dinner time when she would rather just drink her milk than chow on the main course. Occasionally, she'll do this thing where she tenses up, holds her breath, then squeezes her face so tight she turns completely red and looks as if her head is about to explode off her neck. Veins 
pop out and everything. This is both funny and worrisome. If she gets that pissed about having to take a bite of a chicken nugget, I'd hate to see the day she's required to wait in line at the DMV for 2.5 hours to get her license renewed.Another one of her favorite dinner time moves consists of the whirling helicopter arms technique, where she flails her arms from side-to-side across her face as food approaches. Thus, making for the occasional spoonful of potato salad to fly across the room and splatter the wall. Anyways, Pamela and I will continue to keep her fed as we usually take turns; one tries to hide their laughter while the other takes a more parental role and explains to Avery why its necessary for her to eat some food. All in all she does pretty good so we're not too worried, except for the exploding face thing.
Quick hitters:
Pamela nearly threw down with the store clerk at Marshall's yesterday. Closing time: 6:00PM - Pamela needs a price check on a new pair of sneaks for Avery so she strolls up to the cashier. The lady at the front says, "Go back and see if you can find a price for the shoes." So, Pamela trudges all the way to the back of the store and is searching for the price. It is now 6:05PM and she's "told" by a different Marshall's employee lady that she needs to leave now - "We are closed," she unfriendly grumbled. Pamela explains that she's looking for the price for these shoes, when the lady yells to the front of the store in a snotty-ass voice, "She SAYS she's looking for a price check," implying that Pamela is lying. So Pamela promptly states why don't you get over here, do your job and find this price for me, you dumb b*#%&. OK, OK - so, Pamela didn't say it exactly like that, but she didn't take any crap off the lady. Anyways, it was one of the rare times I wish I had been "shopping" with ol' girl. And that price - Pamela never found it. 6:10PM - She goes back to the cashier and the first lady is like, "Well, since we don't have a price, do you mind paying X amount?" Pamela, now feeling courageous and triumphant after putting the other lady in her place, says, "Uh, yeah I mind if X amount is more than the real price of the shoes?" And customer service being at its best, the lady is just like "Uhm, uh, OK". Finally, Pamela is just like, whatever people... ring up the damn shoes... I'll pay X amount... I'm getting out of this circus.
More to come:
This is my first shot at a blog, so down the road -time permitting - I hope to keep it updated with the latest going-ons that involve Avery, Pamela and myself.
Hope all is well.
