Nursing Buddha

The Man had a birthday. We celebrated with monkey bread and snickerdoodles and whispered conversation while Baby Buddha slept in the next room.

We went to a derby match and saw a lovely friend compete in her last bout here. We cheered and tried not to think too much about how soon we’ll have to say a big good-bye.

We welcomed the changing weather, as the south rushes through its version of fall, trying desperately to get to winter because I guess that just brings summer hot back all the faster.

Baby Buddha: Has discovered her “outside voice” and uses it mostly inside. Crazy baby push-up skills, adding now a butt stuck up in the air as she frantically tries to figure out what she’s missing on the whole crawling thing. We’re not giving her any clues.