Ava turned six Wednesday. Six years old. I can't believe my little girl is growing so fast right before my very eyes. Andrea had an incredible post yesterday about Ava offering her sympathy for "poor five." Since I can't compete with Andrea's words and photos, I wanted to offer Ava something that I can do best: draw a picture of her. So here's my girl at six years-old. When I started to draw her here, I suddenly realized just how much she's changed. She now has these long, knobby legs that weren't there a year ago. It's like she's one of those Growing Up Skipper dolls where you turn her arm and she grows about two inches. This is the first time I've drawn Ava like this—before, I drew her more like a little girl. Now she's a real GIRL. Not little anymore. Can't believe it.
Here's my original Moleskine sketch. You can see all the little toys and knick knacks that Ava loves to play with surrounding her feet. In the final version, I decided to just focus on the girl. Oh, and I just had to keep that sketchbook and pencil in her hands, of course.
As you might've guessed, the lack of posts means busy times on the personal and work fronts. By cleaning the attic, Andrea and I have created our own proverbial Sisyphean task. We work hard hours at night only to see more boxes return the next day. But we're getting there. And to look for a house to live in at the same time? Pure torture. Oh, and did I mention that we're going to the beach for a week? Gotta pack for that, too! Good times, I tell ya. Good times. Sigh.
So yes, in times like these some things get neglected, and unfortunately, The Ward-O-Matic is the victim here. Very sorry about that. I do want to say that there are some wonderful things I've found while sifting and packing things away in the attic that I completely forgot I had. I can't wait to crank up the scanner once we're settled and post them here. Some great books with wonderful artwork to share. It'll be well worth the wait.