Michael turned 32 on Saturday. He prefers being 32 over 31, so that's good. This is the only photo that I managed to take on his birthday. He's standing outside our apartment building at the outset of a full day. Festivities involved a dutch baby pancake, a Where the Wild Things Are matinee (the plot was questionable in parts, but we loved it all the same), Prima Strada pizzas and a cake. It doesn't sound like much, but it wiped me out!