Cross Country..

Let's be honest with ourselves- traveling the world on someone else's dime is always a good time. Seattle, you were beautiful. Bunking with Uncle John and Aunt Shelly while my mom rocked out at her umpteenth Rush concert was loads of fun. Many thanks to my cousin Lucy, who made sure I was stocked with toys to play with.




Mom says someday she will take me to the Rush show, but I'm thinking that those guys are pretty freaking old already- better not hold my breath on that one. Besides, I'm more of a Pink Floyd guy anyway.


This lovely lady is my Grammy. After Seattle, we ventured to Austin, TX for me to meet the rest of the relatives. My Aunt Sue and cousin Megan were there, as well as my Aunt Catherine and Uncle Jared (and cousins). I'm not even exaggerating when I say that I was quite a hit with these people. I was on my best behavior, and my most charming self. I didn't sleep so well, but mom says no worries, she's used to it.

My cousin Maj-Lis (that's Swedish for 'cute as a button').

My cousin Hudson, who said to everyone I had the littlest toes he'd ever seen. "They look like Gummy Bears!" He also called me Baby Jackers, which seemed to stick for the whole trip.

In case you can't make me out, I'm the baby with the slightly larger head. Thanks mom, for taking me on a great vacation, and for single-handedly lugging me and my pile of junk through some of the finest airports in America. Traveling with a baby is no joke!