Dad has worked hard over the last five years and he finally finished what he set out to do. Mom and I are very proud of him.
Dad graduated!!!!
Mom said it was a journey that started before I was born, but was made more special because I was born. Whatever that means.
Dad and I matriculated together.
So, on to the next thing, dad!
Go Buffs. They now share an Alma Mater.
I recently got a promotion. I am now part of the technical design staff.
My own keyboard allows me to make my own design decisions, even if they don't seem to show up in the final product.
I was most recently in the position of supportive designer.
I have good design input, and make good drool on desk sketches.
I started out in a very entry level position, which mostly consisted of being the inspirational support to the head designer.
My employee reviews complained that I too often napped on the job.
As I acquire new skills in my continuing education classes, I am sure I will continue to be promoted. I recently signed up for the baby food finger painting class, and those skills should be a big help as dad tackles his tough design issues.
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.
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.
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.
I got him this mug.
But he still won’t let me play solitaire on his iPhone.
I usually get my way. This confounds me. So much for bribery.