Rowynn's Pink Boom Sauce

I left the hospital on Sunday morning. HOME SWEET HOME!   At departure, the Doc informed my parents that one of my tests was borderline; and as a result, I would need to return to the hospital on Monday for some additional testing.  Ugh! I was oh so disappointed... until I realized what test the Doc must of been referring to.  Of course, silly me!  The Doc must have been flabbergasted by my IQ test and needed me to retake the test.  I get it, I get it.  After all, it is unusual for an infant to have their IQ tested, let alone score so high that MENSA will inevitably come calling.  Gosh darn it, if the Doc wants to cover up his shock and awe by calling my genius, “borderline”, so be it.  I’d happily return to give the Doc another dose of #pinkboomsauce.  I knew the test would prove, without question, that the first test was anything but inconceivable. On Monday, retest day, I overheard my Dad suggest taking the family on a po...

Don’t be fooled, I might be adorable, but I am not Daddy’s little princess.  Oh, and please, if you refer to me as Anderson’s little sister do not expect a response. If you need me, address me by my name, Rowynn, or should I say,  Ms. Rowynn Priscilla Ridder. And please... Don’t dare call me arrogant. It’s called confidence people, and it’s a trait that comes naturally when your 6 pounds 3 ounces of absolute perfection. Of course, this confidence is not merely derived from appearance.  You see, unlike many of my infant counterparts, I channeled my inner Robert Frost and took the road, or should I say canal, less traveled.  Let me be clear, I am not knocking my fellow infantiles.  I get it, there is definitely beauty in diving through the Canal To Openair head first.  This method undoubtedly requires grace and perhaps some panache; yet, regardless of one’s performance, the method remains the safest and most common choice of travel.  Likewis...