The oct of Oct.

I find odd pleasure in being born on the eighth day of the (previously-) eighth month. We celebrated appropriately, with a visit to the Arboretum on a gloriously sunny day.
It was almost hard to believe fall was upon us, but for hints of color in the trees and grasses.
Mom's birthday aside, it was Friday and the kids' patience for photo ops was not at its peak. But they humored me. A little.
Here we are, looking like mere shadows of ourselves. Ha! The days are getting shorter and we're getting taller!
We finished the evening with Mexican food—to clear Mom's cold-y upper respiratory system—and Mexican beverages. Feel the love!
Even the car wished me a happy day. Yay, oct Oct.!