My blog is now two years old. Oh, and so am I.
We had a great party where lots of friends came over to play and my grandparents all visited.
I couldn’t contain my excitement when I started to receive gifts.
Mommy made some delicious cake.
I was prince for a day, even though I continued to wear the crown for a few more days.
I took my third (and final free) plane trip last month to Seattle and nearby national parks.
We saw snow.
We saw mountains.
We saw the ocean.
We saw lakes.
We saw waterfalls.
And we saw more waterfalls.
We saw trees.
And we saw bigger trees.
We saw tall buildings.
We saw fish.
It was the bestest vacation ever, or at least the best vacation since the last one.
I ran in my first race at the tender age of 1 (well, almost 2) on the 4th of July. The Macklind Mile that Daddy ran had a Kids Quarter Mile Dash. This would be the farthest I’ve ever run before (the one-year-old’s equivalent of a half marathon), but I wasn’t too worried because I can walk really far.
My race number was almost as big as I am. Once I figured out what was going on the race was very exciting.
I ran the entire way without stopping, and I even accelerated towards the finish (which is more than I can say for Daddy). As I approached the finish line the crowd roared, making it even more exciting. Mom & Dad recorded an amazing video of this part of the race, but I decided to delete it from Mommy’s phone before we could share it with anyone. So you’ll have to settle for the race photo.
You can see my main one-year-old competition off to the right in the photo. He was in the lead for a while, but towards the finish he decided he wanted to turn around and run the other way. But I knew what to do because I watched Daddy run through the finish line before my race started.
As you can see from the ribbon they gave me at the finish line, I was indeed a participant. I can’t wait to do this again.
I’ve been dancing up a storm lately. At home. At daycare. At home. I really loved the Easter card Grandma and Grandpa R. sent me.
At the playground last weekend I rode the teeter-totter for the first time. Wheee!
I’ve been fighting crime in my spare time.
I have taken to eating on the couch.
I hit the terrible twos.
But we still have a good time.
I don’t tolerate much TV, but I can’t get enough Futurama.