The best part about the kick off to the weekend is catching some extra zzz's with dad.
Then, we have a nice leisurely breakfast. Who needs flowers on the table when you can have a baby centerpiece?
Mom went to an Indymedia meeting on Saturday. I put on my 'serious journalist' face in the hopes she would take me along.
When that didn't work, I BEGGED!!!
Finally, I resorted to my downtrodden baby look.
I think she finally caved when I reminded her that I was on the radio after all since before I was even born.
When we got home that afternoon, we dove right in to the last couple chapters of Harry Potter. I laughed, I cried, I peed my pants!! (Oh wait, I do that all the time anyway).
Grandma Arriaga baked a cake and we got to celebrate dad's birthday.
She also brought me this very cute dress from her recent trip to San Francisco.
It wasn't even my birthday!!
I did, however, have a little bit of a hard time believing dad was only 7 years old.
Then again, he is like a big kid!!
Finally, I got to meet Ken. As you can see, he is a man with a definite point of view
I guess you're never too young to start your file with the FBI.
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