That’s what F asked her Nana before promptly falling asleep in the car, exhausted by a fantastic afternoon in the backyard with friends. And no, that’s not a park. That’s my sister’s backyard. A fabulous place for a fall party with lots of monkeys.
and like that, he was three
No one ever, in the history of birthdays, ever, put so much effort and passion into blowing out the candles. Well done buddy. More pictures to follow after a little more unpacking. Hope you had a nice weekend.
eleven
Eleven isn’t my favorite number. 2011 has proven to be a bit of a tough year. The eleventh hour. 9-11. Ten’s a nice round number, a milestone, but eleven just kind of dangles out there, beyond a milestone but nothing particularly special. I remember my eleventh year of life being a bit of a rough…