Yesterday was a good one. We woke up extra early to meet a big bunch of my family at one of our favorite breakfast spots in East Austin. It's one of those places where everyone knows everyone and regulars know to come early to avoid the late crowd of newly-recruited patrons. Gui and I go there every once in a while by ourselves or with a couple of friends, but there's nothing quite like being there with my parents, aunts and uncles who know nearly everyone who walks in and make the place feel just like home.
The rest of the day was up in the air, so we mostly just milled around the house, playing with new toys, snacking on baked apple goodness and trying to get as many giggles and smiles out of Avienne as we could. We did manage to get out for a bit, too to enjoy some of the delicious breezes and fall sunshine. For the past few weeks, the pecans from our neighbors' pecan tree have given way to autumn and can be heard popping under car tires and pounding on window panes, rooftops and our cemented driveway as they abandon the tree and settle happiy into our yard. During the day, I often see squirrels come around to retreive these nutty goods and bury them for later. We decided it was a shame to let the squirrels have all the pleasure of eating our pecans - especially with Thanksgiving (and pecan-pie-making) around the corner. So, while everyone else was watching the football game, we spent a bit of our day gathering up a few choice pecans and wandering around the neighborhood during a rare quiet afternoon. Family time is my favorite.