Tonight I had the honor of winning the pickle ornament in our holiday gift exchange. The pickle is supposed to give me good luck or wealth or both (can't remember) all year round and then I need to bring it back to our exchange next year.
I thought the pickle was so symbolic of what we went through with Ava this year. First of all, she loves cucumbers and pickles more than chocolate ice cream or bubble gum. Here's proof. Ava eating a cucumber at the farmers market in Siauliai, Lithuania with absolutely nothing on it...probably not very clean either because a farmer just gave it to her: