Goodnight, baby.

I just put Buddha to bed for the last night. After his favorite stories and my favorite lullabyes, he fell asleep in my arms. He hasn't done that in ages, having grown out of it by about 18 months, but I guess he was good and tired tonight. I'm really grateful for that.
On a different note, I want to make a little query. If you are a reader who knows me IRL (in real life), would you please leave a comment? So far, I only know of a fellow foster parent and I know my sister, derangels, used to read- not sure if you still do, sis. If there are others, I'd like to be clued in! Thanks.

When birthday parties are going away parties.

Buddha has officially celebrated two birthdays in our family. He had a good time with his little friend, loved his cake, enjoyed all his presents and went to bed late. My mother made him a wonderful quilt. I can't believe he's two. I want to see him be three and four and more. We're truly going to miss him. He leaves next week.

Food of Enlightenment

Buddha's new favorite snack is rice cakes. He is also obsessed with the only video he's ever seen which is a National Geographic-type DVD we have about birds. Every day when he gets home from daycare he runs in the house, asks for a "Gai Gake" and sits down to prepare for his career in Ornithology. Sometimes he insists on wearing his straw bowler hat.
Cutest. Child. Ever.