So it just struck me...

Come Thursday, the little red-haired megalomaniac (who just called me 'Da' over the phone from Muir, which was very cute) is going to be a year old. Hard to believe, isn't it?

She and Moira are going to be back tomorrow, as scheduled. I know that holding a birthday party for a one year-old is usually more of a big deal for parents than for the toddler, but most toddlers aren't telepathic and fully capable of really enjoying being the center of attention. So, weather permitting - weather will permit, right, 'Ro? - I thought maybe I would throw something together out on the deck at the boathouse on Friday. Mostly because a couple of her 'aunts' and 'uncles' would like to be there and that gives them some time to make travel arrangments.

Everyone is, of course, invited.