Life in the Fast Lane

What up Peeps,


Please let me apologize for not blogging-it-up more over the past few months, but I have been focusing on growing, speaking gibberish, being adorable, and busting two lower buck teeth through my gums to light any literary fires. The good news is that there is plenty to talk about, so let’s hope this entry is like Aspen, where the beer flows like wine (I have already seen Dumb and Dumber six times).

First off, summer is the worst season ever. Since I was born in November, I can now say that I have experienced all four seasons and I declare, under Camilla Resolution 1.1b, that summer is the worst season of all. Part of this is a result of my parents buying a historical home without central air. Sure, the house has tons of character and the location is optimal, but Really?!?…what were they thinking? The windows units keep it cool enough, but this baby (Moi) runs hot and dreams of days of central air at my babysitters and in GrandparentTown. Nonetheless, it is almost over and I am super psyched for fall, which will include Dad being gone on weekends hunting, steelhead fishing, and being the Renaissance man that makes me think he is the bee’s knees. It should be good bonding time for Mommy and me. Fall also includes my birthday in November, so remember these wise words when getting ready to party: you gotta get up to get down.

The last few months have been busy. My Uncle Matt Rose and his family rolled down from Philly to spend the 4th of July with us, including Aunt Liz and their two sons Owen and Riley. We had a lot of fun and from what I saw; a lot of beer and hot dogs were consumed. I also saw a pretty large fire in the fire pit, something Mom and Matt’s wife Liz attributed to Matt and Dad being 10-year old boys. Prego Michelle and Benn, aka Banjo Steve, spent most of the weekend with us too. It was great for my dad to have the band back together and he seems pretty excited for the VanOudenallens to have their baby/my future super friend. We all went to the Indian Hill parade for the 4th of July and saw a lot of cool stuff, including Dad’s next car, the Porsche Panamera. Apparently it is kid friendly due to four doors.

Other things going on over the past few months have included my friend Eli’s first birthday party which was a great time. I also tried swimming with my Grandma Parr and Aunt Laura, which I kind of liked, but am still not sure. Dad said we can’t get a swim club membership until next summer since I am so young and don’t really enjoy it (mom disagrees), so perhaps next summer my opinion of summer will change when I am at the pool every day.

As for me, important steps this summer include no actual steps, but visible teeth, my crawling motion ( I did a breakdancing windmill on the kitchen floor), my first four hour car ride to Evansville, Indiana for the Burckle family reunion, and yesterday, I pulled myself up off the ground on an ottoman and stood for 4 seconds before falling down. Not bad for an 8 ½ month old little baby.

At the end of August, Dad is flying to Boston on business and Mommy and I are flying along with him and then driving up to Old Orchard Beach, Maine for my first vacation. When Dad is finished in Boston after a week, he is driving up to Maine to spend Labor Day with us before we head home. I am really excited to go to the beach and bust out my super slick bathing suit; though I won’t be doing much swimming due to the cold temps. I hope my Dad doesn’t stroke out from too much chowder and lobster. I myself am going to crush some fresh blueberries like nobody’s business.

Ok, the creative well is running dry. Check out my pictures and let me know how I am doing. I’ll keep you posted as I keep learning and growing and doing new things. One more thing I can promise to do is keep representing the Clifton Gaslight and doing my best to be a patriot and a scholar.

Stay Golden Pony Boys,

Camilla Ainsley

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