Crawling into bed now, but stopping first to wish Nilly the happiest possible birthday (until next year's, and the year after, and so forth for always).
We went into the East Bay for Emmett's birthday dinner at a swanky burger joint; he had been feeling sickish and low but when he saw us coming up the street he came bolting out of the restaurant and pelting toward Matilda, and they were just crowing with delight and snuzzling and laughing and whooping it up with perfect giddy joy.
Burgers were good, too (and it was a Berkeley burger joint, so plenty of veggie options); just not as good as the sibling giddiness.
So good that they can make the day better for each other
Happy Birthday, Nilly! Noah wants YOU to have a good birthday.
Fringe is absurd, but entertaining. I used to love the Marshall-Spy Daddy interactions on Alias. I think Walter provides some of the same amusement all by himself.
JZ, I'm so happy for the sibling birthday nuzzles!
This shot of Noah illustrates his perfect bone structure. That gorgeous, soft baby skin is amazing.
Allyson, the kids made bats today in crafts at the gym's daycare. One has been dubbed "Sam" and is on our fridge.
Cash -- quite right. The boy is going to be a handsome dude in the fullness of time.
Oy. Agent Kate has sent off two different adult manuscripts to a couple of editors. While there are far more important things to be focusing the all-powerful ~ma on, if there are any scraps left over, please to send in the direction of NY and editors?
Good luck, Barb!
Here's a great essay about Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega: [link]
I almost linked that an hour ago. I LOVE the part about her geeky mom.
