Where to even begin?
Hurricane Sally blew past us this week, dropping our temperatures into what really felt like fall (though I do believe it will warm up again for a while before fall is truly here). At least her trajectory kept the smoke from the west coast fires at bay (we had friends in Maryland and Ontario showing pictures of the haze; we had lovely air quality, however, due to the hurricane). The rain was different from a regular southern downpour; the wind was really lashing rather than simply falling.
A few big branches dropped here and there. And Sally discovered—and took advantage—of a weak join in our roof, so now we get to discover the ins and outs of getting one's roof (and drywall) repaired (which we're just thrilled about).
Rachel made a birthday cake for Andrew's birthday, with some help from Alexander. He loves helping Rachel bake.
When the cake came out of the oven he asked if he could try some and Rachel told him that he would have to "wait until Daddy's birthday," a phrase he really internalized.
"I can't wait 'til Daddy's birthday," he came to tell me.
How sweet, I thought, then said, "Well, you're just going to have to. It's only two days away."
"Two days is a long time," he gulped.
"Daddy's birthday will be here soon enough," I assured him.