It's getting pretty hard to get Ava to sit still for a picture. With her new-found mobility, she'd much rather run away from me than sit for portraits. I'm going to have to find the "carrot" that keeps her still. If this magical object exists, let me know.
My little kiddo is nine months old. She can crawl, she jabbers nonstop and, after carefully observing her friend Liv Elsener this past weekend in Michigan, she can pull herself up. But that's not all she can do.
She can compete in celebrity look-a-like contests!
Pebbles Flintstone...
Ava Flintstone! Yabba Dabba Do! (Dad, that was for you)
Teen hearthrob Justin Bieber....
Way cuter (and more skeptical) Ava Bieber!
Boo from Monster's Inc.
Ava Bug!
Kate Gosselin (blech)
Ava Gosselin.
Dear Future Ava,
I swear, if you EVER come home with a tattoo'ed, Ed Hardy-wearing slacker, you will be disowned.
Your loving (and dead serious) Mother
Just because I want to remember this someday, at your 9 month check up you were 18 3/4 pounds, 28 inches long (both 50%) and your head was in the 95th percentile. Wowzers.
Finally, Ava wants to wish a Happy Birthday to her Great-Grandpa C, her Aunt Alexis, and to her "Uncle" Henry.
Peace, Love, and huge-brained kisses,
Ava Bug
*NO BABIES WERE TRAUMATIZED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG. THAT IS, UNTIL THE FUTURE THERAPY BILLS COME ROLLING IN.*
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