Category Archives: Daily Life

Bruce the Friend.

I have a Bruce friend that I saw this weekend. You may remember him. We met when we were babies. I called him Bruce the Brute back then.

Me and Bruce when we were babies.

My Bruce Friend and his mom.

But Bruce is definitely not a Brute anymore. Now he is all grown up like me. He also has a little bother just like I do. He is a sweet friend and I really like him.

His family is traveling across the country and they all stayed with us for a couple of nights. We had a lot of fun eating and playing and climbing.

We ate dinner..

We ate breakfast..

We climbed rocks.

We played superhero and princess.

We climbed fences.

We flew kites.

We had a good time with our families.

I hope I see you again soon, Bruce Friend. You and your whole family. I loved having you stay with us!

A royal tea party.

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Mom threw me a tea party to celebrate my birthday.

We wore crowns and sipped tea. In real cups.

Well. For a few minutes. Then we snarfed down cookies, put the veggies in our tea cups and ran circles around the room screaming. It was all a total blast. Mom stopped taking photos at this point, but just imagine how fun all the chaos was.

Then everyone sang me happy birthday and helped to blow out my candles. (Special thanks to Aunt E for making my super cake)

All my friends left with tea cups in their bags and pez candies in their mouths.

Thanks, mom, for the party.

Farm festivities.

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Its that time of year again, when mom takes me to the farm. It was pretty much the same as last year.

Except, I picked a white “Cinderella” pumpkin.

And they had a new giant Cinderella carriage!

Oh, and little bother was with us.

So, besides those few little details it was exactly the same as last year.

I love fall on the farm.

Summer is.

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Experiencing summer for the third time makes me basically an expert on this fine season,

Summer is sunshine on your face.

Summer is a full backyard.

Summer is cherry shaved ice.

Summer is mud puddles after the rain.

Summer is wildflowers.

Summer is drinking juice pool side.

But mostly summer is playing so hard you can’t even finish your steamer on the way home,

I love summer.

Explosives.

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Uncer Andy came up for dinner this weekend. He brought these things he called explosives, even though Mom called them small harmless fireworks. Either way, these little white paper things pop very loudly when you throw them on the ground or stomp on them.

Uncer Andy is the best.

After.

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After Mima went into the sky, dad stayed home from work for a whole week.

The first thing we did was to get to where we could look out over the city and mountains that Mima loved so much.

Then we drove up to the big mountains and went on beautiful hikes.

Some hikes I slept through.

Some hikes had water shooting out of rocks.

(The water was loud. It woke me up.)

And some hikes were very short with beautiful views.

It was a good week together as a family, even though we were sad.

There is still so much beauty in the midst of sadness.

My Mima.

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I had a wonderful Mima.

I will miss you Mima. I know that you are in the sky with Jesus. I tell mom not to cry because I know you are not in pain and that you are happy. Thanks for being such a great Mima.

(A note from Rowan’s editor- Rowan’s grandmother passed away on May 12th after a nearly four year battle with cancer. We are thankful for the two and a half years she and Rowan had together. Thanks for following, Rowan Readers.)