Birthday season is done! During the two minutes I have between that and trying to assemble everything for Christmas, here is an overstuffed recap:
The first birthday of the season is Quinn's just before Thanksgiving. I was in Cleveland that week, but I did get to talk to him for a bit on the phone. We played twenty questions where he had to guess what I was looking at outside my hotel window. It was giant plastic birds, so it took a while.