Logan, Baby!

Meet my niece, Logan Ariella. She weighed in at 9 pounds (zoicks!)on Sept. 23rd, and stretches to a whopping 20.5 inches. She has a beautiful little rosebud mouth and isn't afraid to use it--some nice pipes! Ten lovely fingers, ten lovely toes, a squeezable tush and a lovely pair of roaming eyes to boot.

Momma, Staci, is doing great, and Papa, Aaron, is pleased as peaches. A sleepy contentment fills the recovery room at Highland Hospital, and the grandparents (and great-bubbe, my grandmother) are scrambling to set up the nursery for the big homecoming. Auntie Monica is planning baby's first concert ("unplugged from the crib"), baby's first trip to the bathtub/sink in our apartment, baby's first trip to Central Park. . .well, okay, the latter can wait a bit.

At the 24-hr. Greek Diner, Sometime around Midnight

Heath's falafel sandwich wasn't the best, but mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, my grilled cheese & tomato sandwich with a side of avegolemeno (egg lemon soup) was darn tasty. Our friend Dave took this picture with his very swank Blackberry-Phone, which apparently, in addition to taking photos, can take video, call your friends, organize your lunch meetings, walk your dogs, and do your laundry.

Wedding plans are going and going. I found a nice dress for the occassion, and have talked to "my florist," who is so lovely that she hugged me in the apple aisle at Wegmans and said, "I'm really happy for you!" What a florist!

School is also going smoothly: so far, it's been hot as Hades in there, but with the recent rain, things may cool off a bit, and my little cherubs may perk up a bit in their hard desk-seats. I love my school, but am sorely missing my old friends in Watertown and beyond.

Here's to the start of a beautiful fall.