Today Ava Was Punch Drunk

You make it blatantly obvious when you're ready for bed at night. 

A little Saturday evening treat.

You get comically punch drunk. Tonight you were playing with your beach ball - normally steady and even picking it up and walking with it - but as you wore out you were less steady and falling over, collapsing on it and laying on the ground for a few moments.

Noticing this, mom likes to play a little game where she tosses you onto the couch and you roll around then stand up against the back, look at us, smile, and fall onto the cushions.

We can tell that it takes all of the energy you have left in your little body to get back up and do it again. It's one of the cutest things. 

Your facial expressions also change. Trying to come up with the proper verbs here is difficult. You just have a happy, drunk, tired look about you. 

You and mom play for about ten minutes before we know you're good and tired and off to bed you went. 

Of course, you may not be "punch drunk" so much as crashing from a major sugar rush. We rented a movie tonight and on the way home stopped at Country Cones. You had another vanilla baby cone and a little of your mom's Super Man. Sugar Rush or tired? We'll let you decide.