Today we celebrated my son-in-law, Cayo's, birthday. Actual birthday was Thursday. Emily had a brunch at her house and invited her friends and their babies and children. What a happy day. And what an international group. Spanish and English were spoken and maybe just a little Portugese, as well as plenty of babytalk.
Sofia sweetly held court on the family room floor and was attended by lovely Lily the 7 year old and adorable Magdalena the 6 year old. The boys ended up kicking a soccer ball around the backyard and smilin' Max, the other 7-month-old, crawled circles around Sofia, while the adults all marveled at his physical strength and coordination, and traded stories of crawling babies and those who wouldn't and finally did, and babies who sleep and those who won't, and pondered the relative merits of disposable or cloth. Gallons of coffee, bacon, pumpkin bread, fruit and eggs. Cheese and bread. Juice and apples. Lots of laughing. "Happy Birthday" sung three times in three languages.
It was a pleasure to be in the company of such charming young families and dedicated parents and parents to be. Emily and Cayo have a nice group of friends.
Happy Birthday, Cayo! We are so glad you are here and part of our family.