I can't take credit for that headline, damnit.
My friend Barbara tells me her husband, Robert, had been waiting for WEEKS to let that one rip. He finally got a chance on Saturday, when they threw us a little barbecue soiree, complete with grilled mahi-mahi tacos and homemade citrus-lime salsa, in honor of the new addition to our family.
It's really a shame Jed hates fish. They threw a chicken on the barbie for him, and really, in my humble gastronmic opinion, he was missing out. Luckily for me, though, they sent me home with leftovers. I have lunches taken care of for at least three days.
And then Sunday, Jed's friends and former soccer players threw another party in Silas' honor. This one was complete with kabobs and champagne and some stunning gifts. The most exotic of which came from Loren and his lovely and talented wife, Lisa.
I'm pretty sure Silas is the only infant in North America to receive a pet chipmunk at the ripe old age of 18 days old. ... Ok. ... it's not really a pet and it was freed to live it's little life in peace shortly after Annabel named him "Jumpy" and tried to shove crabapples into the mesh. But it was fun while it lasted even if Silas slept through it all.
Have I mentioned we have some amazing friends in real life, too?