
It's been a distracting few weeks since Easter. Exhausting really, when you consider a two-month-old attending
Book Club with Mom at Carol Conway's house, learning to
sit up, learning to
lay on my tummy, getting a
White House Easter egg (and book!) from Great-Uncle Ralph,
visiting with Great-Grandma Janega (plus meeting cousins Luke, Elizabeth, Tommy and Timmy!),
learning to talk with Dad, and
trying it out with Aunt Jess.
But there have been shocking
glimpses within, as well. I'm
falling in love with a white stuffed bear. I
look like Grandpa "Doobie-Do" Dan, which would make you stare around in stunned silence, too. (I hope I don't grow the beard.) There have been
horrific Sox losses at the hands of the hated Texas Rangers (not even from Houston!), which is needless to say, irksome to Aunt Laura and me.
It's enough to make any
sweet girl feel, well,
not-so-very-sweet.
Sorry it's been so long since the last post. I've also
discovered trees, though Mom and Dad
haven't figured out how to take a picture of it, yet.