I turned 7 weeks old yesterday. My mom can't believe it. At Grandma Betty's request, she's going to include my worm in her weekly photo so people can see how much I grow.
To celebrate, we spent the morning with Maria, soon-to-be-big sister Ruby and some of their homemade almond scones. Mmmmm. (But I stuck with milk - straight up.)
I played the part of "baby" and let Ruby practice her holding. She passed with flying colors. Good thing too - her sibling could arrive any day! We are very excited to meet him or her. Mom can't believe it was only a few months ago with she and Maria snapped this photo. Time flies with me around.
We left a little after 1, so Ruby could nap until 4. Mom thought that sounded dreamy. She can't wait til I'm on a schedule. My take on the whole thing - boooorrrrrriiing. Schedule, smedule.
When we got home we walked the Milford Trail and saw two deer. Well, Mom and Owen did. I saw a lot of yellow. My snappy pineapple hat from Great Aunt Robin is still a titch big.
But at 54 degrees (the second coldest day of my life), Mom wasn't taking any chances.
Especially since I've been fighting a case of the sniffles.
Especially since I've been fighting a case of the sniffles.
At least when we got home she let me lounge in the sun.
As Uncle Pete used to say, "This is the life."
