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Archive for November 15th, 2009

Of course, every storm necessitates one or two (or twenty) visits to Lowe’s. Daddy loves it for the big boy toys. Ava loves it for the carts.

Occasionally we’ll let her stand on one of the flatbed type carts while we push it. If she asks nicely first, of course.

She HAS to hold onto the cart AND the hand of whoever is pushing or the cart automatically stops.

Sometimes she gets a little bored so she works in some jungle gym practice.

And I had to post this picture because the boots are just so darn cute.

Speaking of the boots…

They’re a little bit big for her (size 6 – she has a teeny foot) so they have a tendency to fall off if she’s sitting with her legs dangling. This can be majorly annoying if they happen to fall off at dinner while sitting in a booth at Red Lobster* – causing Mama to have to stand Ava on the booth seat whilst I ducked under the table to fish them out since J was in the restroom. Especially since while I was under the table she decided to turn around, reach over the booth divider behind us, and patted the bald headed man** gently on the top of his very shiny head.

Needless to say I was mortified. Especially since we never, and I mean NEVER, allow Ava to be THAT kid who’s peering over and generally just annoying other diners – and she was SOOOOOO good all through dinner. She was quiet, she ate everything she could get her hands on, she was smiley and adorable and the waitress loved her…all for naught apparently since she blew it all by greatly infringing on the gentleman’s personal space and interrupting his dinner. Sigh. I still feel bad about it.

*I really hate Red Lobster and we only go there once every couple of years when my desire for their cheese biscuits outweighs how terrible I think the rest of their food is.

**Thanks for nothing to our follicle challenged neighbor (who Ava absolutely adores) who lets her do this to him. They think it’s an absolutely hilarious game. I no longer agree.