Daddy reads to me after work.
Daddy reads to me before bed.
Grandma reads to me at restaurants.
But mom just reads with me in the afternoons.
I don’t mind snuggling and reading our own books, but I am totally jealous of the clicky button on her book.
Once you demonstrate an ability to walk, you apparently are expected to walk everywhere. All the time.
But, the best part of walking is the fact that mom and dad always have a hand ready to be held.
Well, really all I need is a finger or two. That’s about all I can hold on to.
A big milestone has occurred! I skated for real, in real skates, on real ice!
Mom and dad took turns skating me around the lake. I loved it when they made me go fast, but also when they hugged and encouraged me.
When I got tired, or they got tired of helping me, we used my new sled from Grampy and Grandma.
What a special day for our little family! Skating brought mom and dad together and now they can share it with me.
And to all a good night!
…For unto us a child is born!
Our Christmas Tree is decorated and twinkly, ready for Christmas… which is coming soon, I think.
Last year I was just a baby so I didn’t really pay attention to the details of the tree decorating process. Dad had to teach me the proper process, handed down to him from his parents. The only detail we missed is that we didn’t chop down our own in the woods. Next year, perhaps.
So many trees to choose from.
Dad, this one.
Rowan, how about this one?
Just choose one and put it on the car already!
Only white lights are okay with dad.
Place the ornaments on.
Ready for a Merry Christmas!
Rumor has it there will be presents under that tree very soon. I’m hoping for very fun boxes and ribbons… which usually have toys inside.
Apparently people do a lot of shopping to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. Allow me to give you some shopping pointers for this holiday season.
First you have to be willing to scour the clearance racks.
Then you have to figure out if the price is a good deal.
And then you have to be willing to come back another day, one where you might actually walk out the door with an unbeatable bargain in hand.
Dad and Grammie you have taught me well.
Dad walking me and Twizzle in the backyard.
I am sure all my fans would like to know that I recently perfected the art of walking. One day I was standing in mom and dad’s room drinking a bottle and I noticed an unprotected iPhone on the nightstand. In a moment of sheer desperation of wanting the phone and having my hands occupied by the bottle, my feet willed me across the floor taking little steps. Mom thought it was a moment for the history books but dad remarked that he thought I had already taken my first steps earlier.
No matter how the story of my first steps actually goes, the fact remains that I now walk as my primary mode of transportation, Don’t worry, mom, I’ll still let you carry all my stuff.
Grammie came to visit for my birthday. She helped with my party and played with me….. and took me shopping for clothes. Just like dad does. I can tell she is related to him.
Me and Grammie shopping. We were rather sucessful, weren't we Grammie?
Thanks for such a fun visit Grammie!
Grammie and my Great Aunt Sis were such a wonderful part of my birthday weekend.
Now that dad has his big job down in the big city (go dad!), mom sends him pictures of me all day.
I think she takes pictures of mundane things, but they are so obsessed with me they don’t notice.
For example, here are the pictures and accompanying text mom sent to dad last Thursday…
“Got our sick kiddo a pink bouncy ball at Safeway while our tire is getting fixed. Just because.”
“Looking at used books….”
“Board books at the used book store! Score!”
“Look who we found on the street and followed to Qdoba”
“Been asleep for two hours now. So glad.”
Really. Those were the highlights of the day my mom chose to communicate. Sigh.
Sometimes dad goes for a bike ride with Uncle Andy while mom and I trek through little mountain tourist towns.
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Well, at least that happened last weekend while we visited Rocky Mountain National Park.
We saw t shirt shops, taffy machines, yellow aspen trees, bugling elk, and big horned sheep!
Trail Ridge Road and some sheep. And mountains.
We got in the car to drive up a road, and I was abruptly woken up from my car nap when mom and dad ran me through a cold windy parking lot, rushed into a building called a visitor center, and stamped my new little book they told me was my national parks passport while the park ranger told them the center was closing for the year. It was all very sudden and confusing. Then they tossed me in a snow bank and pointed their iPhones at me.
Is snow usually this deep in September?
I highly recommend seeing your local mountains up close, especially if they include high alpine roads and year-round snowbanks.
