But, back to Christmas...this year's holiday with Ava was much different than last year's...
This year, she was running all around as opposed to sitting nicely in her Bumbo while we opened gifts.
This year, she decided that instead of unwrapping the gifts, she wanted to leave them as they were, and if even a gift tag fell off, she would it put it back on (OCD in the making, perhaps? I don't know where she would have gotten that from!)
This year, when we finally convinced her to open the gifts, she would focus on the one she just opened and had no interest in opening any others. Note to self: open the non-toy gifts first, and the fun, exciting ones last. Giving her the realistic toy cell phone as the first gift might not have been the best idea...
This year, we were able to share the joy of the season with her, and see it through her eyes. This year, indeed, was blessed and magical with our little Ava.
Two fun things to share...Ava has officially been marked a Blackwood - she likes butterball soup! And my dad has a new name, courtesy of Ava...I was asking her what Grampa was doing, and she said "Papa?" And thus, he is no longer Grampa, but Papa. Don't worry, she doesn't get him and Scott confused...Scott is definitely: "Dadddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
As Ava and I were getting ready this past Sunday to Skype with my parents, she sat patiently on my lap and said, "Where's Papa?" It's only a matter of time until the rest of the grandparents have names, too, I'm sure...
So many pictures to share...enjoy!
She visited with Santa before Christmas - such a serious look from both of them. Smile!
Giving her panda a drink
Flinging her vest around...look at the joy on her face!
Sitting with Daddy and Papa
Taking a break...
Papa got a phone call...so Ava wanted to talk too...
Gramma gave her a pompom to play with
The proud parents
Our little Jedi knight
The first gift - the cell phone...and the death grip.
Finally getting into unwrapping gifts!
A few family photos
I was resting on my Mom's lap, and Ava decided to join in...three generations!
Playing my old trombone...she knew to blow in the mouthpiece. Amazing!
We were teaching her to use coasters...so she decided that one wasn't enough