Monday, April 16, 2012

Swingers

Saturday the 7th was another busy day.
Dad and I started the day at tumbling. Class was small that day which I'm fine with; fewer kids to share the trampolines with. But I must have been tired or something because I kept it pretty chill. In fact I think Dad and I played on this pommel horse (riding it like a horse) for about ten minutes. I had to give up because 10 minutes of listening to Dad butcher the theme Bonanza begins to wear on a girl.

After tumbling Dad dropped me by Grandma & Grandpa Davenport's to play for a bit. And behind door #1? A NEW CAR! G&G D got me a G-Wagon for my birthday!
But it's kind of scary so I wanted GpaD to hold hands whilst I drove. So convenient!

That evening M&D had a shower for Baby Weber. Here are some pics from that evening - most of which are of my swing set!
I know Dad was pushing me but I think Mr. Brett was self propelling. I don't know why anyone would do that when it's so much easier to be pushed.
Mason agrees!
If it looks like the boys were screaming it's because they were. Not in a bad way, mind you, just boys being boys I guess.
I finally gave Dad a break but again, I wasn't interested in not being pushed so I recruited Mom to come play with me. She tried to show me how to self propel but I could not have been less interested.

The swings are awesome but there's also a "fort" aspect as well which we all enjoyed. If only we could keep the giants from invading!

Again, unless they want to push us...

What's better than a slide? A slide with someone at the bottom to throw you up in the air when you're caught. Thanks Ms. Nicole!
Maddie seemed to enjoy it as well though the pictures don't do it justice so I've stolen some video from The Mad Dog Blog.


As the sun went down it cooled off so we were forced to go inside. I didn't mind though because I was getting plenty of attention.
Here I'm sitting with Evan's Mom - I figure what better way than that to get on his dance card?

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,
Avery

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