The pier with the merry-go-round was a hit, and dinner was Italian with the whole clan. Paul let me borrow his Porsche again, so I felt very LA while we were there.
The big day came and Andrea went in early, while Jane and I found ways to turn a 20 minute trip to the hospital into an hour and a half adventure. Did find Rodeo Drive though.
Another beautiful baby, and a happy crowd all around. Here are a few pics, first day and beyond.
first picture and one of Grrpa and Caylee:
Jane was kind enough to agree to fix dinner the night before we left--I'm not sure exactly how that came about, but I seem to recall it was a bet or a challenge from Paul. Whatever. But she did her usual superb job, even with minimal time and a strange kitchen. All I did was buy everything (especially the wine and beer--imagine my surprise that I ended up drinking most of it). I wonder if there is something about Jewish tradition I don't understand...I thought there was a close tie between Judaism and wine. I seem to have all Jewish friends who don't like wine, or else I don't understand the procedure (or the proper type). Whatever...more for me!
Well, we'll look forward to seeing little Caylee again, in person and in pictures.
And now, your moment of zen...my favorite picture of the 3 cousins (so far)
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