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.
Abby (the puppy)
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Mother’s Day.
Today was a holiday known as Mother’s day. From what I can tell it involves dad taking me out first thing to get flowers and scones and lattees for mom.
I picked out those flowers. They looked tasty.
It also involves dad rolling out grass in the garden and mom taking pictures.
Twizzle had to be bribed to sit calmly next to me.
I don’t know if this is how all mom and dads celebrate mother’s day, but it was a nice day.
I love the new lawn dad planted today.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom. Aren’t you glad I made you a mother?
Go dad.
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.
The Beach.
The highlight of the last weekend was visiting Corpus Christi. The beach was spectacular, and I loved the sand, the waves and, of course, Whataburger.
We left at the crack of dawn since the drive was long.
We stopped for lunch at Whataburger.
I thought the water was cold at first.
Mom was obsessed with my tiny footprints in the sand.
I loved the feel of the sand. Mom was afraid I would try to eat it, but she shouldn't have worried.
I had so much fun with mom in the sun sand and waves.
I found the whole experience exhuasting, but I would go back in a heartbeat. What do you say, mom?
Weekend Getaway.
This past weekend I went with mom down to Auntie Gwennie’s. It was an adventure.
Three ladies, two generations.
We enjoyed the sunshine on her back porch.
Mom goes giddy over this romper and sun hat.
We dipped our toes in the local river that is always a balmy 72 degrees.
72 degrees is not THAT warm.
We took in the sights of Austin, including the unintentional tourist traps.
Rather great graffiti. Notice our matching cowboy boots?
My favorite part was, of course, the beach.
Beach romper, umbrella and the distant waves. Can it get much better??
Thanks Auntie Gwennie for a wonderful weekend!!!
The first of many.
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?
Snow day.
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.
I do.
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.
A little island adventure.
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.)
Make way for Rowan.
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.