I made my first pilgrimage to Willow, Alaska--my namesake--for Christmas and New Year’s 2009. I got here by taking my first flight (more on that in my entry “First Class All the Way Baby”). Then, we drove for an hour and fifteen minutes to Willow. It seemed like a long way, but it was worth it. On my first trip, I found that much like me, Willow is small and cute. Other than seeing Bibi and Babu, the high points of the visit were getting to play in the snow (more on that in my entry “Snow Angel”), seeing Denali on a clear cold day, watching fireworks on Florence Lake on New Year’s Eve and like my parents, doing lots of sleeping and eating.
Willow in Willow
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When I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years..