Peanut's first.

March 30, E. Tawakoni.

Don Sandro and dona Maigo came up from Dallas and showed up at our door, together with Sheyla, who is parked far away, arms full of presents and food, for Nicolas' first birthday. We had to move out of the field onto the same parking lot after the last show, and so the party had to wait, too (although it was a party just having the trailer full of people, and the cooking, and the gossiping,) and Peanut was a little tired when it finally started. We sang happy birthday, first in Spanish, then in English, and then in French, I singing alone and completely off key, and took the pictures with the cake and its 1 candle and then he was off to bed for he's used to falling asleep by nine o'clock. He was out in no time.
Jorge and Carmen Rosales and their four sons came by, and there were Pedro, Alain, Sheyla and Friedman, and us, and the party went on until late. Sheyla cooked (arroz con pollo and papas a la huancaina, Peruvian dishes, my favorite) and Sandro and Maigo brought the cake so I didn't have to do anything; there wouldn't have been a party without them.