What a Ride

A ride and red velvet, that's all she wanted for her birthday. And no surprise. This one has wanted it fast and crazy her entire life. It's been quite a ride already: born in Utah, 7 months of crying, learned to crawl in Moscow, four years in Virginia, two sisters, back to Utah, one brother, and like those rides, so many thrills and bumps, waiting and spinning, upside down and all around, screams and then smiles. Eleanor has never been a carousel or a merry-go-round girl, there's nothing easy or predictable about her, never has been, but sometimes, there's nothing more thrilling. She's taking us on the ride of our lives. Tilt a Wheel, Utah County Fair
Exuberance after the GravitronWaiting for Lift-off

Some Shade, Ada, Baba and Decco

Red Velvet, as requested

Mesmerized as we sing "Happy Birthday"
That's nine, count them, nine candles
It's only appropriate that Baba was here, she's always been here. She was there, holding my right leg, as I pushed this one out nine years ago, and she's been by our side, loving and helping ever since.
Two cleft chins, Elle and Daddy