• love, Bug,  travel

    bye bye from Baby Bug

    December 2, 2006 /

    Goodbye Grandpa and your scraggly whiskers, thank you for cooking delicious gourmet dinners for my mom and dad and me almost every day. Goodbye Grandma, thank you the macaroni and cheese from scratch and the blue chair that I love so much. Goodbye doggies (woof bwoof!). Goodbye Auntie BizBeth and Uncle Jason and Emster. I’m sorry that I wanted to play with all your toys and I haven’t learned how to share yet. Goodbye Auntie Trin, thankyou for the fuzzy pajamas. Goodbye Uncle Ant, thanks for the yummy steak. Goodbye Auntie K aund Uncle K and Cousin Poopsie and Vivi, I can’t wait to play with you when I’m bigger. I want to splash in puddles too. Goodbye Christina, thank you for letting us play in your hotel breakfast room while we waited for Daddy to wake up. Goodbye horsies and cows! Goodbye pretty sunsets!

    Love,

    Baby Bug

    p.s. We said goodbye earilier but goodbye Auntie JP and Uncle B and my two big cousins who are SO FUN to play with!

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  • Bug,  I forgot to pick a category,  travel

    a jaunty walk

    November 30, 2006 /

    Ferndale is kind of like home because you can walk the whole town and never feel lost or scared. Baby Bug and I walked up and down just about every street. We looked at trees and streams and even the town cemetary. We marveled at how moss grows on everything. When we got bored of that, we ventured out of town (three blocks over) and looked at some cows and a horse.

    Baby Bug has never seen a cow or a horse before. We read about them in her books all the time. I point at the cow and say “mooooooo” and sometimes she says “ooooooouuuu” back at me. (She’s boycotting the letter “m”.) Seeing a real cow in the flesh was pretty exciting. Seeing a horse was even more exciting. Especially since the horse sauntered over to us as soon as he saw us paying attention to him by the fence.

    I hate to admit it but I’m a city girl and this great big horsey thing that has giant teeth and blows snotty air at me is pretty frightening. I know horses are friendly and I could probably feed it some grass or pet it’s soft mane but I found myself backing up. I mean, what if it bit me or even worse jumped over the fence and kicked me! Horses can smell fear can’t they?

    Baby Bug wasn’t afraid at all. She thought the horse was a dog so she barked at it.

    Silly Bug.

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