Big week. Lots of travel! Lots of firsts!
Like baby’s first time being carried by a celebrity! (or mom’s lady friend who cooks good, whatever.)
When Ree gets home and makes another ranch baby she’s going to be blaming you. Just warning you now. It’s all your fault for being so wonderful. In fact I could name you the baby that launched a thousand pregnancies at BlogHer ’11.
You have been SO. GOOD. this whole trip. Putting up with the time change, all the touching, the strangers, the smells, the sights, the sounds, the late nights and the sometimes questionable sleeping arrangements.
If you cared I’d buy you a pony. But your sister would just get jealous and we really don’t have room for two ponies. In going back over some of the photos I took this week I’m realizing while you may have been super good baby, you may have not been loved every moment baby.
Take this for example, baby’s first limo ride!
Whoa. Baby does not like traveling in gaudy style.
Then I kept leaving you alone to take pictures of the places you had been that you’ll never remember. Like Balboa Park!
And then there was the beach. You didn’t like the beach. In fact you disliked the beach so much you slept through our entire visit to the beach (as soon as you stopped crying about how much you hated the beach.)
Today we head back to Indiana, rumor is they missed us horribly. The weather in California is wonderful. But you and I? We belong back home. With these dorks.
We have a marvelous life you and me.
I’m glad we get to spend it together.
Thanks for being my baby, baby.