




A Growing Family






That said, the coed shower our Columbia friends threw for us was far, far better than most such events. One of my office mates, Casey Boyle, and his wife Tracey are due for their first a week behind us, so the gang at the USC English Department chipped in and treated us to an end of the semester, baby-themed barbeque. We didn't want to show up without a gift for the hosts (I'm learning these rules slowly) so Leslie put together some big flower pots. They was right nice, too. Way to go Les! 

The weekend was a blast. It started off with a rehearsal dinner at the Cahaba Pumping Station, a first for us and many other long-term Birminghamians, too. Lots of good soul food, plenty of toasts (Leslie gave one that lasted longer than thirty seconds!) 
Thought the rains might get us, but it proved to be a beautiful night. We danced under the big man, and when the rumbia hit the speakers, the entire Vargas clan descended on the dance floor. I got some lessons in moving my hips from Ms. Vargas; even Leslie was livin la vida loca. 

