Today my Caleb turns 7! Time is flying. We were watching the video this morning of him as an infant. In many ways, it seems like yesterday. Yet here we are. He really is 7. With some birthday money, he chose a watch with a camouflaged wrist-band, some army men, and a whoopie cushion. Yes, he’s a 7 year old boy.
Last night, Silas, my 5 year old, was complaining of a stomach-ache and headache. He had a fever and felt miserable. I made a bed for him in our floor, which ended up being a good thing since he threw up 3 or 4 times — it’s sort of a blur now. I am hoping he feels like eating some camouflaged birthday cake today, but what I’m really hoping is that there is a magical concrete wall of protection around him so that none of the rest of us get the throw-up germs. 🙂
Because our Suburban is not working right now, Patrick could only take 3 children to church this morning. So I’m home with the little 3, and he took the easier older 3. I had to stay home with sick Silas anyway, and Jackson gets to play with Caleb’s army men, and 2 year old Griffin gets to scream his demands at me all morning in the comfort of his own home. (He is going through the dictator-in-training phase.)
So I’ll get to Part 10 of our story sometime. I really want to type it out for you and finish up this story — at least, bring it up to date.
Oh, and the pool pump is apparently fixed, so my torture lap-swimming starts back up tomorrow morning at 6:00. If you’re up in the dark, think of me and pray I don’t freeze, drown, or swallow a lizard.