Inga has started a baby modern dance group-- longing for asphalt.

Inga was on a walk and decided to repeatedly lay herself out on the road. It did not look comfortable, but she took great pleasure in it.

No, cars don't drive down this road. But now I know what she wants to do when she sprints toward the street.

Inga had a little lamb...actually inga was not totally thrilled about the lamb- she is trying to take the bottle. I am not sure what she would have thought of it if she had gotten it away from the lamb. She has never drank from an old beer bottle with a huge rubber nipple (I hope..)
She did eventually make peace with the other baby on the farm- once she realized that he was not going to sleep with us.

Inga wouldn't let me help with the jacket. And she insisted on wearing it. She's got her own style.

We visited Aunt Tina's farm. Inga plans on being a farmer when she grows up. She likes running in the wide open spaces without mommy and daddy freaking out about the street. Inga also increased her scraped knee collection- this time necessitating a band aid so she didn't stain too much of aunt tina's furniture.

Inga really, really liked the horses. Vino ate her dandelion crown and both horses let her stroke their noses. She calls them something like "osgys." No, I didn't let her go riding.

Now I'm going to bed.

Inga can feed herself. It is convenient. Sort of. Any time we save feeding her goes into cleaning the walls after she gets bored of eating....

These are a little blurry and pointless, but I think I like them best. You can she Inga running around, checking on her dad and her strolled and returning to the playground to hunt for big kids. Inevitably, she goes for the big kids swings, where I have to dive in to prevent her from getting beaned. I cannot believe how fast she can run.

The trike thief strikes again. This time she was foiled by an uneven sidewalk, but no longer. Our neighbors often find their yard toys in our yard. Sometimes the neighbors put their extra large plastic toys in our yard. Sometimes I return them in the dead of night.

Inga just before bed

Here is a sideway picture of Inga and Justin going for a walk on a lovely April evening. It has been a long, cold spring. Inga is wearing rainboots, at least until she pulled them off.