This weekend was one of many firsts for me. Momma took the whole family with her to Albuquerque while she attended the annual meetings of the American Association of Physical Anthropologists. I don’t know what Albuquerque, Association, or Anthropologists mean, I was just glad to get out of the house. And boy did we ever get out of the house.
I don’t understand what the big deal is about riding on a plane. Apparently I surprised my parents and all the other passengers with my good behavior. Or at least that’s what they kept telling me after each flight.
I stayed in a hotel room for the first time.
At first I called the king size bed for myself, but Mom & Dad didn’t go for that idea. Instead they stuck me in a drawer.
I spent a little bit of time at the meetings while Momma did her thing.
After the meetings we did all kinds of fun stuff. We walked along the Rio Grande river.
We went to the museum.
We went to the aquarium.
We went to the botanical gardens.
It was a whole lot of walking, but I didn’t mind. Mom and Dad are pretty fit.
I wonder where we’re going to go next weekend…
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