Friday, October 14, 2005


When Aslan was born, they wheeled me into a recovery room (where I started to shiver like mad--where's my bag dryer when I need it) and put Alsan in Tucie's lap. My mother almost melted into a puddle when Tucie told him, "Happy Birthday." Aren't they cute together?

There's the hat! Aslan couldn't care less. He's probably dreaming of lamposts or something.

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