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.)
In honor of my eleven month milestone yesterday, allow me to brag a little about all the things I have recently learned to do… (besides standing, of course, because I have still eluded mom the shutterbug with that trick.)
I can sit on a chair.
I can play rather forte on the piano.
I can play on the big playground structure and scare mom by going headfirst down the big tunnel slide.
I can be trusted to hold an egg without breaking it.
I can eat while holding a spoon.
Yup. I am capable of some pretty fantastic things. So, now can I have my own iPhone, dad?
Remember Aunt E and Uncle M’s puppy? She is less of a puppy now, just as I am less of a newborn.
I think it is obvious who is cuter. Still.
I am on the right, in case you can't tell.
One week old
Eleven weeks old.
I am growing up so quickly, but I am pretty sure I will always be my mom’s little girl.
Just look at this! Here is my first bath, when I was a mere two weeks old, as compared to last night’s bath.
My first bath in the sink!
My ikea bathtub and new bath toys from christmas!
I suppose being a plump little healthy seven week old is a good thing, but mom keeps talking about how little I used to be. I have a feeling she will always say this. I mean, hello, I am still technically pretty small. I can’t even sit up on my own yet! Just wait until I drive the car, then she can really lament.