Why I don't give Justin the camera.

Justin took Ava and me to Pop's this weekend. I know, I know, I'm way behind on the "cool" things to do in the area but I could never convince my husband it was worth the drive.

Anyway.

I wanted to take some pictures because who knows if I'll ever get him to take us back. Here are a few that I took (with our point and shoot which explains the lack of quality).

Granted, she wasn't looking at the camera but look at that cute face!

And here is another one....

I love how her face is popping up from the corner.

And then there is this sweet picture of Ava and her daddy reading a book while waiting (forever) to be seated. Priceless!

On our way out, I asked Justin to get a few pictures of Ava and myself. I can actually count the number of pictures that we have taken together in the past year. We have hundreds of Justin and Ava but hardly any of me. I would like to have some pictures of she and I to look at when I'm old and gray, so I kindly handed the camera over to Justin.

This is the first one.

Great picture of the bottle but those two people could be anybody!

After jumping and hollering and waving hysterically (because he was too far away to hear my normal voice)for him to move closer and then prompting him to take the picture while she was cutely pointing up at the huge statue instead of waiting for a posed shot, I got this.

This one is not too bad but again, those two people could be anyone.

Finally, he takes one close enough to actually see our faces and I end up with this.

It would have been perfect if Ava didn't have her finger crammed up her nose.

I gave up after this I couldn't take the 198 degree weather any longer. Oh well.