Introduction

Hello! You are probably asking yourself how a three-month old is able to blog. My mama and I have been together my whole life, so she really gets me. I let her know what I'd like to say by giving her "looks." For instance, a no-go is indicated by a stink eye such as these:

But most of the time, everything goes really well and I give her the thumbs up by flashing her a big smile:

So! I was born on St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands which makes me an island baby. I remember the walks my mom used to take with me when I was first born. We used to go out to the pretty flower bush next to the house and pick really bright yellow and pink flowers for me to play with. We also had a cat named Stinky that considered herself my big sister and protected me from strangers. When I was about 5 weeks old I experienced my first hurricane, Hurricane Earl. There was no electricity for a long time and my Mom and Dad were at their wits' end. It must be stressful being an adult during a hurricane. I was fine. I snuggled on the couch with my Dad by candlelight until the storm blew over. I hope we go back soon, and I think I hear my Mom and Dad talking about us all spending Christmas together on The Island which I hope works out! It's been over a month since I've had my toes in the sand.


When I was 7 weeks old, my Mom decided that it would be better for her and I to temporarily travel to this big place called "The States." We left on this giant flying machine and I met lots of nice folks up in the air. After what seemed like a long time, we reached our destination.


The first difference I noticed about The States versus The Island is the silence. On The Island, the windows are always open and the tree frogs (as loud as they were) lulled me to sleep at night. In The States, the house is completely quiet and the air is still. Very different from what I am used to.

Almost immediately, Mom took me to some place called Price Chopper (or the Chop Chop) where she stuck me in front of all sorts of odd things.

I don't really get it, but it seems to make her happy.

She also took me to the Plaza Art Fair, Parktoberfest (a fall celebration in a town called Parkville), The Weston Red Barn Farm, a John Lennon art exhibit (which I didn't care for much - I let everyone know my opinion of his art by the surprise I left in my diaper), Alldredge Orchards, The Wine Barn for a wine tasting with my Gram and Great Aunts, Zona Rosa, my Great Aunt and Uncle's house a couple of times, and lots of lunches with her girl friends. It's been a very busy month. I feel like there is a lot more to do in The States, but it doesn't seem as relaxing as The Island where everyone and everything moves a lot slower. When we drove in the car on The Island, we never really went above 30 miles per hour, max. In The States, we sometimes drive 70 miles per hour on something called a "highway!" Where do we need to go that's so important that we need to drive that fast?! Scary.

I'm all tuckered out right now. My attention span isn't very long yet and this was a lot for me. I think it may be time for another bottle, too. And most definitely a diaper change.