And non-obligatory quotes. First shot. Very rushed, almost dropped my phone. We have to cross the road this year (and Elias is a preschooler and so a parent has to cross the road because the school says so and I get it even though I'm sure all the people waiting in their cars on their… Continue reading Obligatory Pictures
It's been a jam-packed day and I've barely had time to think, let alone write. But lest I be accused of favoritism or unfairness in birthday postings, I think it's important to say this. This boy right here? With all the missing teeth? He is seven. This very day. Happy birthday, punk. We love… Continue reading Seven
I know, long dry spells and then two posts in one day. Bedtime tonight was just too ridiculous not to share. Paul: I want to tell you guys a story. Stymie cut a big gash in his head at work Saturday. Levi: DID HE DIE?!?! Me: No, you bloodthirsty child. P: Well, I didn't see… Continue reading Bedlam … er, bedtime.
He's five, this boy. He's pretty excited about it. He climbed into bed with me this morning and, as light snuck in under my just-cracked eyelid, chirped, "Did you FORGET TO TELL ME SOMETHING TODAY?!?" Happy birthday, buddy. Five is a nice number.
At least we hope so. We had our annual visit at the CF Center this morning. This doesn't meant the only time in the year we visit - it means the one time every year that we see everybody on his multi-discipline team all in one appointment. Sometimes it gets pretty long. (A couple… Continue reading Until November