Skip the pasta

Ok, revised restaurant review here:  do not order the pasta at Lucille's.  We've had it three times, and on Saturday night about 1 am, our mouths felt like they were cemented shut with salt.  The fish is divine, and honestly, we had such a good time with the family that it really didn't matter all that much.  McKenzie was determined to find a name for Wild Thing.  So she brought the book of baby names (Aaron to Zoe) and we went round and round with them.  Finally, I passed my plate of pumpkin linguini around for everybody to draw straws.  McKenzie's noodle was about half an inch longer than Geoff's, so she got the honor of naming:  Gabriella it is.  Now, we just have to stop calling her Wild.

Today is a momentous one for Kim and Izzy Star.  Kim and her family are flying in from Houston and will be here in the evening to meet her.  I'll take a photo over the next few days and keep you posted.  I told Izzy Star this morning that she gets to meet her mommy and daddy and sister, and she gave an enormous excited yawn.  These doodles always yawn when they're worked up, so they can go, "Aaaaaaaarrrrr!"