And he didn’t even cry.
Levi is at a birthday party for his little friend from church. You could say he’s been pretty excited about it, if you were in the habit of making gross understatements. This morning, he asked me to take a picture of him so I wouldn’t forget him while he was gone. I know I’m absent-minded, but perhaps it’s worse than I thought.
Here’s how he wanted to be memorialized.
What a dear child.
And Elias was not to be outdone.
I heard about this all day, every few minutes. HOW MANY HOURS NOW MOM!!!?????!?!?!?!? HOW MANY NOW?!?!
He wanted to write “Levi loves Caleb” on the card, but changed his mind at the last second and went with a more traditional birthday greeting. I promise he’s not actually in pain here. That was as close to a smile as I could get out of him.
Elias, while he is a little worried about sleeping in their room all by himself, is contemplating the myriad benefits of being an only child. He was sad to be left behind, so we got pizza and treats. Papa let him have some pop, and then we had mini ice cream sandwiches. When I asked him if he wanted a second one, he looked up at me and I could actually see him wondering what I had done with his mother.
I’m told kids this age often end up homesick when it gets late, but I’d be surprised if we get a call. How often do you get to sleep in a tent inside?