Inga visits farm house in the woods

Help! Inga's on the roof.

Calhoun Playground

I am not helping inga up the rope-thing. I am just scared that she is going to fall.

Inga's grandpa Steve made her this little green wagon- we think it was justin's wagon when he was little- it was blue then.

Inga will sometimes sit in the wagon and let me pull her over to the neighbor's house.

The patches of dirt all over the neighborhood are the remnants of sidewalk repairs...

Swinging at Lake Calhoun

Picnic

Picnic at the gardens near lake Harriot. Inga got to play in the turtle fountain, but not the more-fun cherub fountain because, weirdly enough, her second cousin was getting married in front of it. Inga didn't care about the wedding, but enjoyed pretending that bananas were horns on her head (the camera was too slow to get a good picture of it...)

Cedar lake

The water was pretty cold, the muffins are rhubarb.

Shopping

What do you do when your child is out of control at the market? I take pictures.

Inga wouldn't sit in the shopping cart and it didn't have straps to hold her down, so I, for some stupid reason, put her down on the floor. I was trying to find frozen something in a freezer. I turned around a discovered that Inga had found a shopping basket and was filling it will fancy crackers. I chased her down and retrieved most of them...These pictures are with the remaining box.

Lesson: Inga knows what cracker boxes look like and Inga can run through a crowded store faster than I can.

Grrrrrr!

Inga likes her morning Grrrrr. Made from yoghurt and applesauce, it has been dubbed Grrrr because Inga growls while she eats it. Inga does not liked to helped when she eats her morning Grrr. When she is finished, she pours the remainder onto the floor. When mommy finally lets her out of the highchair, she get to take a shower because it is tough to keep Grrrr out of your hair when you get excited.

New clothes and the new-found ability to cause chaos at even greater heights.

Bike Safety

Inga likes to sit in her bike seat when it is NOT attached to my bike. This morning she climbed into it, looked around, yelled at us, climbed out and grabbed her helmet. She insisted that we put it on her. I only wish she was this enthusiastic about the helmet when we are actually biking.