Make it a Guinness, lassie! Before heading back to Cuba, I had to have my first pint at a good, old Scottish pub. Similar to Soren, the Glen was my choice. Missed out on the fish'n'chips though.
While my brother Darius was dealing with being a baby, Daddy and I were busy enrolling in the Sens Army. I think we are the only members in Cuba, with the exception of Craig and Colin.
It is exhausting being a little baby! You try dealing with all of that attention. My little cousin Abigail (on the left) and I had a tough time early on trying to make appearances while continuing to grow. Now I know what my brother Soren was talking about.
Here I am pretending to be an owl! My parents would attest that I don't need to pretend to be an owl, as I'm a bit of a night owl keeping them up late.