This one goes to 11. 

Happy birthday, Ava Kate!  

  

Smith family fix

    

Owen fix 

  

Nashville!

My mom and I took the girls down south (and a bit to the east) for spring break. It was the first time in Nashville for all of us. I, for one, am definitely going back. 

  

Our first stop was the Country Music Hall of Fame. Ava was disappointed to learn the mission of the “Taylor Swift Education Center” was not to educate museum-goers on the finer points of one T.S., but rather on country music as a whole. 

 

Ava passed up the opportunity to complete a museum-wide scavenger hunt, only to be shocked to find her studious sister was rewarded with a selection of Taylor trinkets and tour books. 

She did discover a few treasures, though: I found her kneeling in complete silence in front of Taylor’s guitar.  

  
  

If you look into the center of this giant guitar, you’ll see Livie Lou. 

  
We made our way to a little hole in the wall on Printer’s Alley to have dinner and see our first live act. The girls came away with an autographed CD. 

      
Our primary goal for the day was to see a show at the Bluebird Cafe–this was Ava’s top spot because it was where Taylor was discovered. A long line foiled our attempt, but we did get in for a quick photo and $800 in t-shirts. 

   

 
We headed back downtown to Broadway and took advantage of lax age restrictions, checking out the evening act at the Legends Corner (where, I think, Keith Urban was discovered?). I would have stayed all night, but the girls were exhausted because SOMEONE booked a 6 am flight that morning…). 

  
Day one: Done. More soon!

  

 

Owen & August 

   
 

Olivia fix 

Piano festival at 10 am this morning… 

 

Soccer game at 11 am. 

  

Overheard

Rebecca, while prying Owen’s hand out of the dog’s mouth (again): “Owen, can you PLEASE leave August alone?”

Owen: “He really wants to snuggle with me!”

Rebecca: “He doesn’t; he’s biting.”

Owen: “He wants to snuggle me with his teeth.”

Olivia Fix 

  

Double trouble 

August gets a bad rap for being bitey, but this weekend I saw Owen pry open the pup’s mouth, insert his hand, and then complain about what happened next. Not sure which of our toddlers is the most challenging…

  

Overheard 

Ava: “I need a JOB so I can make some money. Like a dog walking business.” 

Bry: “Can’t you learn to day trade or something?”

Owen, to me, in a fit of inexplicable rage: “You’re not my father any more!”

Me: “Owen, I’m your mother.”

Owen: “No, Dad is my mother.” 

Then, later that night: “I love you, actually. You can be my mother.”