Baby Rowen’s first Christmas
Photo by Matthew M. Lug
Quarterly update, 6-month update...
bah. I just haven’t had time! :-P A lot’s happened in the last
few months. Mostly what’s been keeping me from updating my site is
school. I took 4 classes this semester (while working full-time, I might
add), and all insisted on 9-10 hours of work outside of class (yeah, right).
Lessee... that adds up to 3 hours of lecture per class + 9-10 hours of work
outside of class + 40 hours at work a week... Ok, so that leaves 10 hours
a day for sleeping, eating, commuting, and doing anything to survive like
shopping and laundry... In any case, I managed to finish with 3 A’s
and a B.
As of August, I’m a new auntie. (That’s ahn-ty, not AIN-TEE!!)
Ugh, as if the term “aunt” isn’t dorky enough as it is,
without butchering the pronunciation and making it sound so nasal that even
Jerry Lewis would cringe... In any case, Rowen is now 3 months old, and
I got to see her for the first time at Christmas. Here she is with the obligatory
bow on her head. She seems very mellow when compared to the rest of us.
She and Cinnamon just thought the other was the greatest. :-) She didn’t
cry, even when Cinnamon got excited and made a bit o’ noise. In fact,
she seemed absolutely fascinated with this wiggly, furry dog with the long
nose and tongue. She kept reaching for him, and we tried to get him to let
her pet his head or ears, but he had to have the nose in the way. She seemed
to think the whiskers and muzzle were pretty cool, and the bright yellow
eyes. Although we had to keep her from poking the doggy’s eyes, he
just closed them tight and didn’t seem to mind.
Good thing her parents are pet-people. Most people would flip if a dog
wanted to lick their baby. (Ok, so there was a towelette on hand to wipe
off hands and face...) I suppose just as much congratulations go to Cinnamon
for being so cool with it all. He’s always been extremely gentle,
patient and nurturing to kitties, children, and puppies, but this was the
“real” test as it wasn’t simply a brief “Oo, a baby!”
<jerking collar> “Common’ Cinnamon. Yes, I know you’re
excited, but let’s go...”
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