Bruce the Brute.

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I met another older boy. Bruce is a big ol’ sweetie, and he is the newest member of a very special family.

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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.

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Oh hey Bruce.

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Nice to meet you Bruce.

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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.

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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.

I do.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Congratulations newlyweds! I liked your party.

A little island adventure.

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I visited an island this past week. A very unique island named Nantucket.

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My Aunt and Uncle KandK live there, and I got to meet them for the first time.

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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.

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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.

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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.)

Make way for Rowan.

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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.

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My duckling name would be Rack.

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I am their little duckling.

We were “those” people who stop by this statue to take “that picture.”
Mom loved it.

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Beautiful day in the Public Gardens.

Grammie and GP

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This past week I met dad’s mom and dad.

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Seeing each other in person for the first time.

They pretty much adore me.

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I shall call him GP. And he shall be mine.

We spent some of Easter in a place called the Boston Commons. It didn’t seem so common to me.

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Uncommon Easter.

It was wonderful to see them this week. I got to be spoiled in person rather than from afar. Getting spoiled is always fine with me, but in person is just so much better. Love you guys!

Happy Easter!

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Happy Easter! He is Risen!

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Airplane at the airport. So cliche.

Today I took a plane home after a week long trip full of meeting family, seeing new places, attending a wedding and spending Easter morning at mom and dad’s old church. I had so much fun, and traveling does not phase me one bit.

Don’t you worry, the Little Blogger has all sorts of fresh material with which to regail her international slew of fans. Stay tuned.

But for now, I will go to sleep in my own bed tonight knowing the end of that story that started on Palm Sunday. It did get sad in the middle, but then it turned out very happily this morning. The tomb was empty!

Hosanna!

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Waving my palm branch!

Today in church everyone had these green plants, called palm branches.

Mom told me that today is Palm Sunday, and we remember when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. People were happy to see him, and they laid their coats on the road and waved palm branches in the air. They shouted “Hosanna! Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!”

It is the beginning of Holy Week, and from what I hear, something really sad happens on Friday, but it is good, and then we celebrate on Easter.

But for now, I am just going to enjoy this Palm Branch. Happy Palm Sunday!

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Watering my palm branch!