At the ripe old age of 11 weeks, mom and dad finally figured out that I was born to be a jet-setter. We flew to Charleston, SC to visit Baba, dad's grandmother. Unfortunately they didn't let me keep these cool American Airlines wings.
Baba was extremely excited to meet me, of course. I am her first great-grandchild!
At Baba's house, I spent some time relaxing and reading the Golf Digest.
We took a walk down to the Hobcaw Point marina to check out the sailboats.
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