Getting To Know Me

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.