The other day we were trying to get ready to go to an appointment. I set Azrielle's car seat over by the swing, which is right next to our brick hearth, in anticipation of putting her in. I then went back in the kitchen to do one more thing. Avery was in the kitchen with me and then went in the living room. As I came around the corner into the living room I just about had a heart attack. Avery had picked up Azrielle and was transferring her from the swing into the car seat. At a time like this you want to scream, but you know that if you did things would go very wrong.
The transfer went with out a hitch, he even got her almost in the right position. Now I know why children give you grey hair, or heart attacks.
This is the first time that Avery has held Azrielle long enough for a picture. It is, "I want to hold her, please.", then 10 seconds later, "Mommy, hold her", as he pushes her off his lap.
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