I am pretty sure Twizzle and I will be pretty great friends, and he might even let me ride him like a pony someday, but I get the feeling he is a little bit jealous of me. This might have something to do with morning cuddles in mom and dad’s bed. I can’t help it that I am small, sweet smelling and not furry. Sorry Twiz.
This weekend mom left me with dad for two whole afternoons. What do you think we did?
We went shopping, of course!
Before. All set for some serious shopping.
After. Mom and I love our new clothes!!
I think we will repeat this many, many times in the future. Right, dad?
There was a big spring snow storm yesterday. There was quite a bit out there, about half a Rowan worth of snow. This was less than was forecasted.
I can’t really understand why snow is fun. I just stood in it for a while then went back inside. Mom said something about moguls, with a wistful look in her eye.
Well, until I figure out what these mogul things are, I will stand in opportune holes in the snow while dad holds me, mom points her magic white box at me and Twizzle threatens to knock me over. Hooray for snow days.
My Uncle Anders calls this the best pacifier ever. There is not much more to say about that.
Sometimes I find it rather tedious to be in my crib all by myself during the day. When dad is home and this happens, I know a few purposeful shouts will lead to a much improved situation.
Snoozing with dad.
Dad is always willing to let me nap on his shoulder. This almost makes up for that iPhone situation.
I met another older boy. Bruce is a big ol’ sweetie, and he is the newest member of a very special family.
Bruce! (With his fabulous older sister in the background)
I was a little forward. He calmly chewed on his Sophie Giraffe while I held his hand.
Oh hey Bruce.
Nice to meet you Bruce.
Mom, why isn't he fawning over me?
Bruce is only a few weeks older than I am, but he is so much bigger. Look how petite his mom is, too! She is going to have majorly defined arm muscles, if she doesn’t already.
Well, Bruce and I have basically everything in common. He wears cloth diapers, we are close in age, we have lovely hair, we like to drool, and I like his sweater. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
This past weekend two of mom and dad’s friends got married, and it was my first wedding. I tried really hard not to steal the show from the bride.
Aunt A was a beautiful bride.
I danced with dad, and even shimmied my diapered booty in the middle of the dance circle. I was a big hit.
Slow dancing with my best man.
They are both so nice and mom and dad kept saying how happy they were for Aunt A and Uncle R. Dad said to put in my blog something about them getting a little friend for me. So, there, I just did.
Congratulations newlyweds! I liked your party.
I visited an island this past week. A very unique island named Nantucket.
My Aunt and Uncle KandK live there, and I got to meet them for the first time.
Aunt and Uncle KandK!!!
I think they are a lot of fun, especially since you have to take a boat to get to their house.
On the ferry to Nantucket.
The blue ocean and blue sky were my favorite parts. Uncle K said that Portugal was out there in the water, but I couldn’t really see that far.
Perhaps I will come again when I don’t have to wear my winter hat. Yes, KandK, I just invited myself back. I won’t take up too much room.
(For clarification, I know I refer to many Aunts and Uncles, but KandK are actually related to me for real.)
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art, there was this sarcophagus. I don’t know what that is, but I liked all the little markings.
Wait, it is how old? 2400 years? Oh, should I not be touching it?
Dad said I could. Blame dad.
This guy.
There is this book called “Make way for Ducklings” that my dad reads to me. It is about ducklings named Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack. They were born by the Charles river then move to the Public Gardens and live on the island in the pond.
This is such an iconic Boston story, and there is a famous statue of Momma Duck and her ducklings in the Public Gardens.
My duckling name would be Rack.
I am their little duckling.
We were “those” people who stop by this statue to take “that picture.”
Mom loved it.
Beautiful day in the Public Gardens.