Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

The other night on our way home from Grandma's house, I heard from the back seat, "Tinkle, Tinkle, star,(mumbling) high, diamond, (mumbling) sky." I realized Ava was singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I haven't sung that to her for a while, but somebody must have more recently. It was precious. I love those little moments when they do something unexpected that you didn't know they were capable of!

And to keep thing interesting, here is a blurry phone pic of a big scratch Ava acquired on her face during a nap one afternoon last week. I saw it as soon as I went to get her and couldn't figure out how.... What I thought was a piece of skin at the bottom of the scratch turned out to be a large wooden splinter protruding from her face! I still can't figure out where it came from though, I see no missing slivers from the crib. Now I can say, without exaggeration, that this child gets injured even in her sleep! (She also gave herself a black eye and a scratch near her eye in two separate incidents in that same week. And no, I'm not a negligent parent).