There is never enough time--unless you're serving it.

I'm a bit behind here and I'm not exactly sure where last week ended and this one began. Anyhow, Andre and I came home last week to find our very good friends, David and Belen, had been at our house while we were away at work, pulled weeds and planted us a new garden full of delicious veggies. I think it has to be one of the most kind, thoughtful, amazing things someone has done for us and completely unexpected.

Belen said they had seen both of us looking out at our overgrown garden longingly and that we had both mentioned at different times how much we wished we had had the time to plant one this year. That's a good friend.

Lots of people give gifts that they themselves actually want, but a really good friend gives something they know you really want. It requires the friend to pay attention--and that is rare to find in another. They are really good friends.

I've been taking the girls out to see the garden every afternoon when I come home from work. I think they like it too.

We celebrated my sister's birthday last week too. This is Evey playing the drums. She was really having a good time. The girls were wearing their little guayaberas that their abuelo and nona brought them from Panama. Evey looked like she could be playing the drums for the Cuban band "Buena Vista Social Club" (albeit a very young member).

I was looking for a pair of shorts for Evey to match her guayabera she was wearing. I found a pair of pants she wore at 3mths that still fit her waist and the leg part that used to be down to the floor is now at her knees. They were perfect. Its so funny how much they've grown.

I realized yesterday that the girls turned 11 months. Its their last month until a year old. Of course some people will continue to use months for their babies, as in, "my baby is 18 months old," which is kind of weird I think. Why not just say, "he's just over a year," or "she's a year and a half." I figured that I'm 400 months old, which sounds very old and implies that maybe I should have done more in my life by now. Luckily I'm in a career in which the average age is "grey-haired and balding," whatever age that is.


We also celebrated our friend Julie's birthday. She had a pub-crawl by bike. Andre went the whole route on his big dummy bike (that's what its called--a "big dummy"--its a commuter bike and really cool, but only other big dummy people really know how totally cool it is). The girls and I met up with the group at one restaurant-pub. Everyone ooed and awed over the girls, then we went home and played the rest of the day.