Indian Summer

It's now four am (I've been up since two), not sure if it's the jitters thinking about all I need to do before Rawly's party on Friday: how am I going to make a train cake, what else do I need from the store so that we only make one trip, how can we exchange money to give some to our nanny to pick up somethings from the store?  Too many thoughts--what was I just telling a friend earlier this week about not worrying...hum. I wish I could tell my muscles the same thing!  Outside the wind is fighting to get in through our rattling wooden double windows and a draft in the hall that keeps knocking on the door.  Regretfully, fall is here, and with that, winter is coming.
What sweet relief this Indian summer has been.  Can you imagine shorts in November?  I'm not even sure if you can call it Indian summer since it's so late in the year.  Someone pointed out how crazy it was wearing a wool sweater vest on September first.  The cool weather was followed by the leaves changing yellow or brown (not a whole lotta color here, is that reminiscent of Soviet times?)  We escaped to Greece, so glad for warmer weather and returned to a great gift of two weeks of nice weather.
Generally on Sundays we go out to eat after church.  This week we hit up the new Dominoes Pizza.  And, surprise, surprise, Ken was wearing shorts.  Rawls was barefoot and hatless in overalls, but the two of them were the cause of many a "Babooshka" (what older, grandmotherly women are called) shaking a finger and surely ranting about how he'd get sick!  I've learned to smile:) Rawly was so funny, he sat on my lap while I was feeding him bits of pizza.  What I didn't realize was that he wasn't chewing the pepperoni or "Canadian" pizza (our Canadian friends always laugh when we call it that.)  So as we were preparing to leave Rawly kept playing with bits of pepperoni and ham in his mouth, I caught a few with a napkin and thought that we were good to go.  Little did I know, that he has the Mary Poppins bag of a mouth and that little turkey must have had at least three pieces of each mulling around in there because when we got outside even more made an appearance.  His cheeks are so chubby that none of us had even noticed!  We're always kept on our toes around him and loving every minute of it.