on the move

The brothers were, let's just say, gone fishin'...literally. Fishin' with Gramps at the pond. I placed Ava down on her playmat to bat the monkey and pull on the parrot. And I left the room for a second. When I came back, this is what I found:

When the cat(s) are away, the mouse does play! Brothers, look out! Buzz may be covered in drool. Maybe this will be my new threat, er suggestion, to get them to pick up their toys!

As of late, we have also found Ava under beds, chairs, tables, and such. She is rolling across rooms. And now pulling herself up on her hands and knees and rocking back and forth with a big toothless grin....Can someone say "baby gate"??

Onwards and upwards, Ava-girl!