Sabbatical

It's been so long since I posted that I hardly know what to say. That's the problem with getting out of a blogging routine. You lose your voice.

We celebrated Caleb's birthday last month.  Caleb is five years old, and about the size of an average seven year old. He is wiggliest when he is happiest, or perhaps it's that he's happiest when he's wiggliest. Caleb has been enjoying swimming lessons (a birthday gift, thanks Nana!). I hope (for his sake) that he will find grace in those long limbs. It's not easy being a tall child. I remember.

Recently, on a walk, Isaac took a flying leap and yelled, "I'm a genius!" Caleb followed suit, leaping into the air, and calling out, "I'm a Jesus!" When Tom explained that a genius is someone who is very smart, Caleb replied, "Jesus is very smart." Indeed.

Caleb's birthday marks the advent of Birthday season for me, and I have spent the last couple of weeks scheming for the three imminent birthdays on our family's calendar. Eli's, Tom's and Isaac's birthdays fall within a two week time frame. This year, I mean to be prepared. 

As for other notable news, Isaac earned his purple belt in karate. He's got a dangerously low horse stance and a fierce hatchet kick. We also renamed our dog. Cami is no longer Cami... she's Sophie. So there.