It’s been a long time.  So long, in fact, that I forgot how to find my own blog.  I had to go to a friend’s blog and follow a link to my husband’s blog and then follow his link to mine.  So, if it took me that much effort to get here, I seriously doubt anyone else will stumble upon this post.  But, here I am.  Take two.  I’ve decided that I’ll give my blog another try–mainly for the sake of recounting stories about my sweet children, for my own good and for those far away grandparents, aunts and uncles who miss them.  Yes, them.  Take two.  Since my last, long-ago post, we have welcomed our little girl, Gillian Mae.  She is now three months old.  Big brother Cael recently turned two.  Life is full.

So, I will make no attempt to make up for the many unrecorded months since my last post.  That would make me want to quit blogging when here I am trying to start again.  So, I’ll just tell a simple story of how my two-year old made me laugh today.  

Cael has been sick for about a week.  It’s just a cold, but it’s the first of the season and it’s hitting him pretty hard.  Nap times have been rough.  So, bedtime has gotten earlier.  I left the table tonight while Cael and Josh were finishing dinner, so that I could run the bath water and speed things along for an early bedtime.  When Cael finished his meal, Josh got him down from his highchair without wiping him off (because he was going straight into the bath) and sent him to meet me in the bathroom.  He came running in with his excited still-a-toddler run.  I began to undress him when he picked a leftover crumb off his hand, popped it into his mouth, and happily proclaimed "Eat Supper!"