the place to be

Saturday night I thought I was going to witness my first burlesque show. Instead I arrived just in time to photograph the birth of Edmond Elias. It's the only natural birth I've witnessed, since Elijah's was another story; Mama was so strong & beautiful through all her hard work. He's a dreamboat already, this babe. Hopefully the sweater hat will suit him on his homeward excursion in a day or so. Upon arriving home at 1am I found my bread dough beautifully risen, so I baked sourdough rolls like an insane pregnant lady. They turned into ham biscuits for a Pre-Thanksgiving Feast Sunday night. Which was delicious & much larger gathering than I anticipated, like 30 people including 4 kids under two years!