Kami has gone and reproduced, and her daughter is a cute lil' thing, who at age 13 months has already mastered the arts of stage diving and making friends. At the cafe where we had lunch she was waddling around with a huge smile on her face, and the waiter especially took a liking to her. She's a real people person, as you'll see in the pics. Even the stubbornly childless Astrid (can't you hear your biological clock chiming, woman??? Do your duty as Nature & Nature's God hath commanded of thee!) fell for Haven.
First, gratuitous pics of moi in my Western gear, with Kami & Shirl. The beauties and the beast, y'all can understand my big grin.
Astrid was carrying Haven around quite a bit more than strictly necessary.
What cho' lookin' at?
Why is this strange woman taking a pic of me?
Haven in a very rare moment of not smiling. I find this pic hilarious.
At least mommy's laughin'.
This guy was originally from Brooklyn, but now he's riding his horse around Atlanta without a saddle, but with the compulsory straw in his mouth. You'll see a lot of colorful people on the streets in Atlanta, from the wonderfully weird to the downright scary.
Cowboy, Kami & horse. The horse to the left (no, I never get tired of that joke).
Shirl, who probably has the rawest, heartiest, most infectuous laughter I've ever heard. And in her company, you'll hear it often!
Shirl, Haven & Kami at the MLK gravesite.
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