Ahhh, there’s nothing – and I mean nothing – like that first really perfect spring day after a long, cold winter.
So we reached out and grabbed the morning with all of our hands then ran like mad for the hills. Well, for the local park, anyway. There aren’t that many hills around here.
We got started after a slight (loud) meltdown by Ava. She saw a pinecone.
Yes, that caused much drama. I have it on video but I can’t post it because all you hear is me laughing at her drama queen-ness and her screaming louder and louder because now she’s not only traumatized by the pinecone but she’s getting madder and madder at me for laughing. I figure if the screaming didn’t scare you off of the blog then my clearly poor parenting skills would.
J finally went and got her then stuck her in the backpack after she 1)refused to walk past anymore pinecones and 2)fell tush over tea kettle for some unknown reason probably relating to aforementioned pinecones.
We’re finally off:
Giddy-up, Daddy:
I was trying to get her to look at me for a picture so I asked her to show me her beautiful eyes.
She did. Literally. Smart-aleck.
We found a geocache (from memory, actually) since J didn’t bring his GPS and we only had my iPhone which will get you close but no cigar.
We did let her walk when she asked to…
but she got tired after 4 feet or so and had to take a break for a rest and a rousing rendition of Mary Had A Yittle Yam.
And a few tickles from Mama.
(Straightened hair courtesy of my hairdresser who apparently wanted a (futile) challenge and had some spare time on her hands.)
After all of us had some time to catch our breath and prepare for the trek out (it always seems like a good idea to hike the whole trail…until I get about halfway in and realize what I’ve actually committed to) Ava decided that she’d really rather ride so J loaded her up in the backpack and I took one of the sweetest pictures ever. Totally unplanned and unposed, by the way.
Is that pure cane sugar sweetness or what?