Puppy Partiers

Favorite non birthday-related photos from yesterday.


                    


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Time for the Partay!

Last night at the Whitmer reception committee meeting, the host was incredulous that we were still celebrating Nu's birthday. "How long is her birthday?" I don't know... I'd celebrate every day :D.

But today was the musical-themed party and I DID get pictures.












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Sleepover Saturday

They arrived in the early afternoon--a bestie from Nu's old school, best Girl Scout friend, and new neighbor friend, knowing only Nu, but soon they were laughing uncontrollably at everything including toothbrushes, sharks, index fingers, manufactured a scary interlude with a smiley-face balloon, raced trains, and fell asleep very, very late.

#MSUChildren'sGarden

They look like they're in a band... and they come by that naturally, but maybe they picked up some cool moves at MSU's a capella show also. 

#MSU-Acapalooza

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Freaky Friday

First we got dressed up to go on a formal Navaratri 

Golu visit...

And then we raced home, got changed (into matching velvet blouses) and walked over to the Wharton Center in the drizzle to see Love Never Dies, which was awful, inappropriate, and long--but the production (set, staging, costumes) was marvelous, darlings.








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Nu's Golden Birthday (11 on 11)

And... the only photograph I have from today is this one of her in the basement.

She's working hard, trying to break open the geode, which was one of her presents.

We have three more days of birthday-related activities, and I hope I get better at taking photographs!!

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The Beautiful Problem

It's that golden
moment in the year
when I race
into empty rooms
thinking
I forgot to turn off
lights again, damnit.

But it's just
the golden light
of the year
filling the space
around me
filtering every thing
before it reaches me

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తెలుగు

yes, of course, this is
merely the lisp of lips,
a slip, not apocalypse--
only the clumsy glamor

of Telugu scripting round
tripping slow, deliberate.
Daughter to my mother
and to mother's mother

whose words were fated
to immigrate too. I am
stuttering, I hear kinship
knocking, coming on in.

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