Poor Nick. He was born on Christmas Eve. He has one of the worst birthdays ever...unless you're Jewish, I guess! Delia always has a Pancake Breakfast for Nick and starts cooking at 7:30 in the morning. Mimosas are flowing and it's a great way to kick off a birthday... and the holiday weekend. When we first arrived, this is what Lucy said to me: "Cira, let me clear this spot...and I'm going to sit here...and Brixton will sit there...and you go get your camera!" So I got these pictures at her request: I turned around after taking the picture of Brixton in the swing and Mom was holding a bearded dragon. I mean, who brings reptiles to a birthday party??? And who would've thought that Mom would be the only person to hold it??? Not so shabby for thirty-five, eh? Yes, that is a fire roaring on the television - and don't underestimate the power of visual imagery. It sure does make the house feel warm! Becky & Brixton Lucy wearing my sunglasses. Rudy, Kr...