Christmas and Mini-Golf

Possessed by Santa's Hat, originally uploaded by Ava's Antics.

Last Saturday we went to Lowe's and bought a Christmas tree (yeah, not the same as a tree farm where you cut your own, but it's RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET). When we got home it was time for Ava to take her nap, so we laid her down while we got down to some tree-raisin'. When Ava woke up and recovered from her post-sleep drunken stupor (she usually takes 20-30 seconds to boot up), I brought her out into the living room. She was locked onto that Christmas tree like Maverick on a Mig fighter jet. She said some "oohs" and "aahs" (then again that's about all she says) as she tried to figure out how this tree had suddenly grown in our living room over the two hours she had been sleeping. And neh, not just a tree, but a glowing, decorated tree with a Santa perched atop it. She was duly impressed.

"Just me and the dishes", originally uploaded by Ava's Antics.

This morning I was feeding Ava her breakfast oatmeal and she started making these open-mouthed chewing motions. This wouldn't really be a big deal except that she wasn't really doing this before. I'm not sure how much chewing you can accomplish with two front teeth and a good set of gums, but she was giving it a good infant try. Her antics did complicate her feeding though. It was not unlike the miniature golf hole where the windmill blocks a tunnel intermittently. Oatmeal delivery had to be timed precisely with the gum-flapping or there was sure to be a mess. Luckily, my video game honed hand-eye coordination prevailed and I got 'er done.

Where's Ava?, originally uploaded by Ava's Antics.