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Archive for February 26th, 2009

One of Ava’s favorite words is outside. She combines this with go, go, go which is her way of letting us know that she wants to go, well, outside.

J is gone right now so it’s all me, all the time. This means that getting home with Ava is always a chaotic mess with 3 dogs who are just dying to go outside and a hungry, hungry kid who is ready to eat. Usually Ava will head right to the high chair so I’ll plunk her in there while I take the dogs out.

Outside must have been too tempting today since it was 65 degrees and sunny so Ava decided she’d go with me to put the dogs out. She was having such a blast running about the back yard that I had to sneak back in to grab the camera. I don’t have a whole lot of action shots – not because I didn’t take them – but because she was zooming around so much they all came out blurry. But I did get some of her in the few moments she stood (or sat) still.

Blurry action shot:

Standing still for a brief moment:

Taking a break:

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What a face:

Oops – she tripped:

Photographic proof that I am a bad parent (instead of immediately picking her up to soothe her I snapped the picture first and then dusted her off):

Another first moment – her very first grass stain (I’m so proud):

We had lots more running around and playing with sticks before hunger finally won out and she headed back to the house. She got all brave on me and decided that she was going to walk up the deck steps by herself.

Or maybe not:


And even though it was her idea to come back inside – this is the face I got when I strapped her into the highchair and told her no more outside.

Broken-hearted: