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I am in Southern California at all because almost exactly one year ago Julien and David had a baby. This baby is pretty amazing.

This baby’s name is Sean Lee, and her name is also Boram, which in Korean means Sweet Treasure After Long Hard Work. She has small feet and pink cheeks and big eyes that remind me of mood rings, deep dark brown that goes all blue and green and gold from different angles. To be honest I was really expecting a baby, but Boram is a little person. She climbs up things and makes faces and changes her mind. You can watch her think.

I would like to know more people in Portland with babies. My friends got married regionally - first the ones living in the South, and then the Midwesterners and then the Northeasterners and lastly the West Coasters, so that half my Oregon friends are still single. And they’re having babies in more or less the same order. But I wouldn’t mind more babies in my life. Other people’s babies.

Sean Lee’s first birthday party is tomorrow so Julien and I had the arduous task of cupcake tasting. I find the new trend of cupcake boutiques a little unsettling, but also delicious. We did what needed to be done.

Filled with sugar we hit the Pasadena farmer’s market, where Sean was transfixed by a man playing the steel drum. I was transfixed by the artichokes bigger than my head. California produce is a beautiful thing. We have bounteous vegetables in the Willamette Valley, but we sure don’t have citrus. Tomorrow I fly home again with a backpack full of grapefruit.

posted by tortaluga @ 4:24 PM