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Z's Birthday

Here are the top 5 reasons to celebrate our brother's birthday tomorrow.

5. because we're in Denver!

4. Leaves are still on the trees

3. It's more fun than moaning that brother Z's growing up.

2. Exquisite culinary delights can't be too far away.

1. He is no longer 13 -- which has to be good.

Happy birthday Z

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Arts and Crafts

While exploring San Diego, Five, Brother Z and I happened upon the most delightful artisan village. Paved with rainbow bricks, the Spanish Art Center plays host to the San Diego carving, metal work and sculpting guilds, as well as the gem and mineral society and about 50 shops filled with whimsical handcrafted goods. It was beyond dreamy---and I have pictures to prove it!
Looking at a flower pot through a kaleidescope

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Mother Trucker!

I work in what is known as a food desert*, so food trucks--or as I like to call them restaurants without borders--are not just bearers of food, but bearers of hope. Unfortunately these aid workers experience many of the same set backs facing their colleagues abroad. Supply shortages, government negotiations, and massive throngs of people in need often make it difficult for aid to reach those most in need (read me, Three!) So when I heard about DC's Curbside Cookoff, a gathering of all of the city's best food-mobiles I thought it must be too good to be true.

Annnnnd, it kind of was. Here I was thinking the lines at work were long, but this was probably 10x worse. But luckily our search for the great food truck gathering brought us out of the desert and into the land of milk and honey that is China Town. So Brother S and I got falafel at a normal restaurant and called it a night.

*note: I work in a desert, not dessert (though one day the latter will be true, whipped cream wrestling here I come!)

a true dream machine

Now that's a noble cause.

CAUTION! Giant hungry people ahead!

Soooo happy to have food!
Soooo BUSTED
Why does Brother S make me look so trashy?

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Don't change a thing!


I am flitting around the Western US doing what I like to do best -- sing. As you see, the first time (and only time I was scheduled) to perform at TEDMED, I was wearing blue jeans. The thing is, I wasn't going to wear blue jeans. I was going to wear a very nice dress. I came to rehearsal, went through the aria and encore and R. The big man on campus, comes up to me with tears streaming down his face.
"Don't change a thing."

I assured him I wouldn't. The program was set, my talk was memorized, I had it all in place.
"No! I mean your clothes!"

Though I bought a dress (and a pretty dress) just for the occasion, I didn't change and I performed in a dirty white oxford shirt. But I did put on a pair of red heels.



During sing/talk 1 on Tuesday During Talk/Sing 2 on Thursday

for some reason, I get a kick of Sunny Two being next to a man who calls himself the prince of darkness. Truth be told, he and his delightful wife are very gracious and I like them both quite a lot.

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A Carnival of Autumnal Delights

What a dreamy week. Mr. One took a little staycation, and the babies, doglets and I enjoyed every delicious minute of his weekday companionship. We had seven days jam-packed with enchantments, including, but certainly not limited to:
The Zoo!
Frolicking in leaves, (both with and without doggies)!


Hilloween!
The Temple!
Girl's night out! Even if it was technically just a meeting at church, I was with girlfriends and baby-free so I'm totally counting it.
Cuzzins!
A visit to our storage unit! (oh, the thrill!)
A rally!
(w/o daddy! On this particular occasion, his company would not have helped *anyone's* sanity!)
Lots of visitors: aunties! uncles! dear old friends!
Festive Sunday dinner with many favorite people!
Intense negotiations with contractors!*
Trick or treating with the cutest little bull and bear this side of Wall Street!
*Not actually a highlight.

We were richly spoiled by Mr. One's abundant company, and found ourselves woefully unprepared when he left this morning for his first day of work all dapper and impressive in his impeccably tailored D.I. suit. His new job is kind of a big deal. But then, so is he.


I can't wait to welcome home our triumphant warrior. To the bunk bed room.

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My favorite pictures from the week are from our visit to a pumpkin festival, where I relived all sorts of wonderful childhood memories. Goats were fed, cows were milked, chickens were harassed. So magical.

She especially loved the goats




Did I mention she really loved the goats?

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