The End of Summer . . .

Remember Summer?

Yeah, me too.

The only good thing about the End of the Wondrous Season is celebrating a certain someone's birthday every late September . . . 

Oh look! A wee one asleep in my Baby-Whisperer arms . . .

. . . and her big sister in the background.

Why yes, they both are pretty cute.

Anyway. We've been celebrating this kid . . .

. . . for seven years now. Seven! And it just keeps getting better.

(And no, you can't see the Birthday Girl. She's waving the Peace flag in the background for us. That's just how great a kid she is.)

Happy Birthday, G!

And speaking of birthdays . . .

. . . another sure sign of November, er, late September . . .

. . . is celebrating a November birthday early . . .

. . . with another Baby Whisperer . . .

. . . and more cute kids.

Why celebrate in November when you can celebrate in September? That's what I always say.

Always.

It was a good one. One of the best Summers ever.

And if all else fails, if starts to get too cold at the beach . . .

. . . there are always bars' outdoor patios.