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		<title>Me Time? Or God Time? Juice, Or Milk?</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Last night, I felt restless in my spirit. You know that sensation that you get when you have plenty to do, but you don&#8217;t WANT to do any of it? I had the need to get out. Some people call it &#8220;ME&#8221; time. I don&#8217;t call it &#8220;ME&#8221; time. I never found spending an hour pampering myself to be refreshing at all. However, I DO find a nice, long, not too slow, and not too fast, walk to work WONDERS. [...]</p>
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<p>Last night, I felt restless in my spirit. You know that sensation that you get when you have plenty to do, but you don&#8217;t WANT to do any of it? I had the need to get out. Some people call it &#8220;ME&#8221; time.</p>



<p>I don&#8217;t call it &#8220;ME&#8221; time. I never found spending an hour pampering myself to be refreshing at all. However, I DO find a nice, long, not too slow, and not too fast, walk to work WONDERS. I didn&#8217;t allow any little boys to come with me, because that would have been counterproductive. This was not family time. This was not ME time. This was God time. Oh yeah, I&#8217;m talkin&#8217; Jesus again.</p>



<p>In person, I&#8217;m not comfortable sharing my spiritual thoughts with others, but I have become so accustomed to sharing them right out loud on the internet that I honestly forget that anyone reads it.</p>



<p>I&#8217;ve been hearing the Holy Spirit speaking to me a lot lately. (I&#8217;ve discussed this before. It&#8217;s not an audible voice. Please don&#8217;t mail me a straight jacket.)</p>



<p><span style="color: #800080;">&#8220;But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.&#8221; John 14:25-26</span></p>



<p><span style="color: #800080;">Lately this is what I have heard from God.</span><br /><span style="color: #800080;">-Trust me.</span><br /><span style="color: #800080;">-If you stay in tune with Me, it will go so much better for you.</span></p>



<p>I sometimes joke that I am &#8220;just not good at life.&#8221; Of course, I am no better or worse than most folks at life, but I love to exaggerate to the negative, focus on the problems rather than the blessings, and forget to just trust God.</p>



<p>I am still slowly reading through the New Testament this year. My focus is on learning more about Jesus. Jesus is an amazing window into the heart of God.</p>



<p>&#8220;Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father.&#8221; John 14:12</p>



<p>It is greater, but I had a hard time figuring out how anything we could do could be greater than anything Jesus did, so I looked it up in my favorite reference book:</p>



<p>The works that we do are greater in that we are doing these works in the power of the Holy Spirit. <span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>This is a miraculous thing in this world!! For God to have taken His Spirit, and rested it on the heart of every single HUMAN believer, that we may be his agents here on Earth, that is AMAZING.</strong></span> How can we be so unholy, and yet be agents of God?</p>



<p>Only through Jesus, only through God&#8217;s grace.</p>



<p>Today I got to do something, at church, that is great fun to me. I got to sing. I love to sing. However, singing in front of an audience is not as fun, because I get so nervous my body actually shakes. I quiver, right down to my legs. I can&#8217;t steady my spirit. I&#8217;m a sickly, selfish, vain little soul, but if I rely on the Holy Spirit, I can. God will help us do things that are done for his glory.</p>



<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Stories of our boys&#8230;&#8230;from this week:</span></p>



<p>This whole week is exciting for our family. This week we fly again. We are flying back to the South. First, just the boys and I are going. Alan will join us later. I will get to go to Destin TWO times, once with my mom, and once with Alan and the boys.</p>



<p>I&#8217;ve had a sore throat all week. Thursday I couldn&#8217;t even read out loud to the boys without coughing, so I had to cancel reading time. Joshua had all of his brothers stop what they were doing right there and pray for their mom to feel better. LOVE!!</p>



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<p>I took this photo from the boys&#8217; window. JD and Dan love to play in their dirt pile, usually with cars. Joshua was eating watermelon, which he consumes unbelievable amounts of. Caleb was repairing the trampoline net, where he had ripped it straight across.</p>



<p>JD has earned the name &#8220;the Great Communicator&#8221;. This boy cracks me up. He is so good at getting his point across. He always knows exactly what he wants and finds the words to get that across. Sometimes we have to guess&#8230;</p>



<p>&#8220;Eck. Uck. Ruck!&#8221;</p>



<p>&#8220;Back?&#8221;</p>



<p>*Scowl.* &#8220;No,&#8221; in his cute little tiny voice.</p>



<p>&#8220;Truck?&#8221;</p>



<p>*Smile. Giggle.* Then he runs in the direction of whatever he is currently calling a truck. Any vehicle that is not a car is a truck, even motorcycles.</p>



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<p>&#8220;Juice?&#8221; (By far, his favorite word)</p>



<p>&#8220;No, JD, you&#8217;ve already had enough juice. I will pour you some milk. You need to drink a little milk.&#8221;</p>



<p>*Scowl.* Then he almost howls, in a fretful, fretful voice, &#8220;Noooo! Juice. Juice.&#8221;</p>



<p>Poor dear. I don&#8217;t drink milk either, but disappointment is just one of those things you have to learn how to deal with. Besides, if he drank all the juice he wanted that&#8217;d be a never-ending case of runny poop&#8230;.</p>



<p>By the way, JD has finally fully recovered from his ear infection and is sleeping through the night again. 🙂 Hallelujah! By the fourth kid, I&#8217;ve just forgotten to worry about sleep issues. I just go with the phases, and eventually, &#8220;This too will pass.&#8221; It takes a long time to fully recover from colds sometimes, and sleeping is the hardest when you have snot in the back of your throat.</p>



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<p>One last thing I&#8217;m excited about this week:<br />Money Saving Mom is teaching a course on increasing productivity by &#8220;making over your mornings&#8221;. Oh, you&#8217;d better believe I will be there!<br />Money Saving Mom is one of my favorite blogs. Crystal has accomplished an insane amount to include writing several best sellers, maintaining a successful website, keeping a tidy house, and home schooling her 3 children. As you can imagine, I feel like I can learn a lot from her! </p>



<p>For my <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2015/08/05/making-over-my-morning-like-a-night-owl/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">full review on this Make Over Your Morning course after I took it, click her</a>e.</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2014 19:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I am thrilled to report that I am back in action. The House of Many Little Men is 90% unpacked, 5% decorated, and today the cable man paid us a visit, so I can now finally be a blogger again!  Yahoo! Thank you, Nonna, for making this possible!!!  If Alan&#8217;s mom had not come to help with the unpacking, I&#8217;d still be more like 40% unpacked. I cannot describe to you how much work goes into unpacking a family of [...]</p>
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<p>I am thrilled to report that I am back in action. The House of Many Little Men is 90% unpacked, 5% decorated, and today the cable man paid us a visit, so I can now finally be a blogger again!  Yahoo!</p>
<p>Thank you, Nonna, for making this possible!!!  If Alan&#8217;s mom had not come to help with the unpacking, I&#8217;d still be more like 40% unpacked. I cannot describe to you how much work goes into unpacking a family of 6 with too much stuff!!!</p>
<p>I just put JD down for a nap, the boys are playing in their room, and Daniel is playing cars.  This is the perfect opportunity to ignore the laundry and assembling my house, and update my blog.  I know you are all DYING to see photos of my new place. Ok. Well, I know my family is anyway. So without further ado, let me tell you a little about our new place! More pictures to come tomorrow!</p>
<p>We have been so fortunate with the wonderful places we&#8217;ve been sent to live! We are always being &#8220;tourists in our own town.&#8221;</p>
<p>This is the nicest house we&#8217;ve ever had, and I love it. It&#8217;s a little smaller than my last house, as there is no basement, but it has way way more space upstairs, which is actually so much better. It&#8217;s easier to keep up with where everyone is too, and that&#8217;s a very good thing.  I also have a balcony off of my bedroom, which is just the neatest thing. I can go out there and peek at the ocean and watch the cars drive by. At least, I could do all of that, if I&#8217;m ever less busy. So far I have had no time to sit, or peek, or watch anything!</p>
<p>I mentioned on my personal Facebook page that I can see the Pacific Ocean from my front porch. What I mean is that I can see it, through this one clearing in the trees, because of the elevation of my neighborhood. I don&#8217;t actually live on the sand.  It&#8217;s still a nice little view though, and there is something extremely therapeutic about seeing the ocean every single day. I just can&#8217;t explain it. It has greatly helped me to cope with my homesickness.</p>
<p>Homesick? Me? I can&#8217;t believe it, but it&#8217;s true. Yesterday I dusted off the &#8220;Virginia&#8221; souvenir plate that used to belong to my great-grandmother and set it out on my china cabinet. It has little pictures of Virginia landmarks all over it. An hour later, I sat down for a little snack break, and when I stopped and actually looked at what we will refer to as THE PLATE, I just burst into tears.</p>
<p>What in the world? It was the photos of the Natural bridge and Mount Vernon that did me in. Strangest thing. We&#8217;ve lived all over the country. I&#8217;ve never had so much trouble leaving a place.</p>
<p>The good news is that things are really looking up here. The weather is amazing. I&#8217;ve met a few people, and there are just subtle hugs from God that I find in nature each and every day.  I just know that very soon I will no longer be so emotional!</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve also been uncertain and nervous about this homeschooling experiment. I still have a lot of work to do, and I&#8217;m opening school on MONDAY!!! I was going to start on the 20th, but Caleb just keeps begging me to start sooner, so I think I can do Monday. The neighborhood school is already in session, so I have felt seriously ashamed that mine aren&#8217;t in school yet. With the move, it just hasn&#8217;t been possible.</p>
<p>Today when I realized the cable man was coming and would wonder why my kids were not in school, I was a little concerned. I was fully intending to explain that my kids were starting school on Monday, but then Alan came upstairs. Alan had already talked to him, and Alan said, &#8220;The cable man&#8217;s wife is homeschooling their children too, and they are also starting on Monday.&#8221;</p>
<p>Relief. For today I do not have to feel like a weird-o. I suppose it is time for me to just embrace weird-o-dom.</p>
<p>Guess what else. AT&amp;T gave us a free DVR. We haven&#8217;t had DVR in 10 years, so this is exciting. He also showed me how to block half of the channels I&#8217;m paying for. Funny huh? I also blocked everything R rated and all purchases.</p>
<p>Why do I even bother with cable? Two words: Alabama football. It&#8217;s a big thing, ya&#8217;ll!!!</p>
<p>Okay. What you really want is pictures, right? Tonight I will upload pictures of the new house, and since most of my readers, according to my statistics, live in the Eastern time zone, they will be up and ready for viewing when you wake up in the morning&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;That is&#8230;.IF John David cooperates. He has kind of been TERROR Baby at night. I don&#8217;t get it. He sleeps really well for nap, but he goes into torture mode at night. He knows how to put himself to sleep, so that&#8217;s not it. I&#8217;m feeding him plenty of solid food during the day, now that we are out of the hotel. He doesn&#8217;t appear to be sick. I just don&#8217;t get it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Funnies from the move:</p>
<p>Caleb: &#8220;Do we ever have to go back to the hotel again?&#8221;</p>
<p>Me: Nope!</p>
<p>Caleb: Phew! Thank goodness!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*******</p>
<p>Before our flight West, Nonna and I took the boys by Walmart to get a portable charger for my cell phone.  As we were walking in the parking lot, I went to grab Dan&#8217;s hand.</p>
<p>Dan: Can&#8217;t!  (He had one hand closed as if he were holding something in that hand.)</p>
<p>Me: Dan, what do you have in your hand?<br />
Dan:  My ball.</p>
<p>Me: Oh! (I thought this was adorable. He had an imaginary ball in his hand.) Just switch hands, Dan, and I will hold this hand, and you can hold your ball in the other hand.</p>
<p>Dan: *carefully switched hands*</p>
<p>&#8230;..walking peacefully into Walmart&#8230;..until&#8230;&#8230;..I go to get a buggy and hear all heck breaking lose from Caleb and Daniel&#8230;.</p>
<p>Me: Daniel! What in the world!</p>
<p>Dan: *crying/whining* Caleb has my ball!!!!  (imaginary ball)</p>
<p>Me: I turn to see Caleb dribbling an imaginary ball. &#8220;Caleb, you&#8217;d better throw that ball back to Daniel!&#8221;</p>
<p>Caleb threw the ball in the opposite direction of Daniel, and Daniel took off after it.</p>
<p>Seriously, Caleb????</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*****</p>
<p>Photos of us, exploring beautiful California:</p>
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<p>Yes, it feels really great to be together as a family again!!!</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/QObyg52nanpB5cdgkoomvHBKeB9j0c23gA-L-BbS8g4=w946-h532-no" alt="" width="667" height="375" /></p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_5py0hsnJO3UX_T5E3nr0yZGuffucMVhRyoHLaz6zic=w946-h532-no" alt="" width="629" height="354" /></p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/thZvZz9Q-PsnBSHlKOVWLLgQySUNgbR5nskoEHM0QNY=w946-h532-no" alt="" width="607" height="341" /></p>
<p>Mom and I at the aquarium.  We could not have done this move without both sets of our parents!</p>
<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/auGCVo52Cq3drJ6nEQljwnKFtXWLvw6CxzuWA6191p8=w946-h532-no" alt="" width="676" height="380" /></p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I0IIsgAx43E/U975q_trzDI/AAAAAAAAM3w/V0REp9OrC2k/w946-h532-no/20140803_171419.jpg?resize=582%2C327&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="582" height="327" /></p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EVs_anbVkxs/U976Dainu0I/AAAAAAAAM4g/GNsK4I9Vtyw/w946-h532-no/20140803_171515.jpg?resize=608%2C342&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="608" height="342" /></p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xnob52H9T0w/U976Vm41YZI/AAAAAAAAM5Q/H8eMLWalwVE/w946-h532-no/20140803_171954.jpg?resize=704%2C396&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="704" height="396" /></p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9_E868LveTY/U976yUkHEtI/AAAAAAAAM6Y/NmZ-WnJfjII/w946-h532-no/20140803_172143.jpg?resize=679%2C382&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="679" height="382" /></p>
<p>If only I&#8217;d had my real camera!!</p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4zAXGgowzNc/U977QZo8wDI/AAAAAAAAM7U/7YTM1ctoXAw/w946-h532-no/20140803_173057.jpg?resize=734%2C413&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="734" height="413" /></p>
<p>It&#8217;s a horrible photo of me, but JD looks so cute I just had to use it!</p>
<p>I was a little disappointed in this aquarium, but I&#8217;m spoiled by the Baltimore Aquarium, the Georgia Aquarium, and the gulfarium in Fort Walton Beach.  However, there was one great thing about this one that the others could never have: watching sea animals in the wild! I actually saw a sea lion swimming around, looking for a rock, while we were standing out on the aquarium deck.</p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ogicOdtugUU/U93Ka-hHvJI/AAAAAAAAMuw/TN8G6eebMYA/w946-h532-no/20140802_114934.jpg?resize=736%2C414&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="736" height="414" /></p>
<p>Everyone who visits us must go to Point Lobos.</p>
<p>Hiking with rocks is a dream come true for these two and a total nightmare with Daniel and JD. I can officially only go to Point Lobos with another adult in tow.</p>
<p>One more observation from this whole moving experience: It has brought Joshua and Caleb much, much closer. In Virginia, they had their own best friends, but this summer they&#8217;ve only had each other. It&#8217;s been precious to watch them renew their bond.</p>
<p>Okay. More photos next time! The natives are getting restless&#8230;.</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/08/14/im-a-whole-lot-excited-about-my-new-house/">Moving to California with 4 Kids</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>🙂 I&#8217;m so thankful for this life. This is an abundant life. If you ever have to make the decision: 2 kids or 3&#8230;3 kids or 4&#8230;. I have to tell you GO FOR IT. This has been the hardest, most rewarding, most fun year of my life.  Okay. Yes. I sort of remember. The first 9 months were actually so overwhelming I was borderline depressed the whole time. The arrival of spring was such a turning point for me! [...]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/06/06/i-want-to-officially-change-my-name-to-chaos/">&#8220;I want to officially change my name to Chaos.&#8221;</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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<p>🙂 I&#8217;m so thankful for this life. This is an abundant life. If you ever have to make the decision: 2 kids or 3&#8230;3 kids or 4&#8230;. I have to tell you GO FOR IT. This has been the hardest, most rewarding, most fun year of my life.  Okay. Yes. I sort of remember. The first 9 months were actually so overwhelming I was borderline depressed the whole time. The arrival of spring was such a turning point for me!  I am loving this &#8216;big family&#8217; thing so much more, now that I&#8217;m not stuck indoors!</p>
<p>While we are somewhere in the middle of this move, somewhere between the old house in the east and the new house in the west, Caleb will turn SEVEN. We&#8217;ve already celebrated with Caleb, but I still feel the need to pause and take a minute to talk about the sweet and imaginative little fellow that is our darling Caleb.</p>
<p>Of all my children, Caleb had the shakiest entry into this world. At 9lb 9 oz, the doctor decided to go ahead and induce labor 10 days before my due date. We were worried I wouldn&#8217;t be able to push him out, and I almost didn&#8217;t. For more on that story click here: <a title="Thing #2: Caleb’s Birth Story" href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/04/13/thing-2-calebs-birth-story/">Caleb&#8217;s birth story</a>.</p>
<p>Caleb is more than just a sweet heart. He has this can-do attitude that I have always just adored. Through each deployment, I always knew that if I found a bug, I could count on Caleb. If I needed the kids to open their own snacks, Caleb could open everyone&#8217;s for me. Caleb could drive a power wheel better than some people can drive a car. He just does things.</p>
<p>Now, if he thinks he can&#8217;t do a thing, he throws up his hands in despair and doesn&#8217;t even make an attempt. In recent years, I have found it important to only let Caleb see a part of the picture at a time. As long as he isn&#8217;t over-tired, you can depend on Caleb.</p>
<p>One of my favorite Caleb memories was when Joshua was 4, and Caleb was 3. We were headed home from Pre-school, and I had stopped at a fast food restaurant. Joshua was just throwing a fit because he could not get this toy to pop open. It looked like it should be a two-piece toy. Caleb calmly said, &#8220;Here, Joshua, let me see,&#8221; and Joshua handed it over. Caleb carefully examined it for a few minutes and tried several things. Finding it to truly be a one-piece toy, Caleb handed it back to Joshua and said very sweetly, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, sweetheart. It just does not open.&#8221;</p>
<p>Do you remember when Caleb used to refer to Joshua as &#8216;sweetheart&#8217;? Oh, I loved it. He&#8217;d say in his prayers, &#8220;Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, and thank you for sweetheart.&#8221; BAAAAAHAHAHAAH  Oh, they were the most PRECIOUS little boys!</p>
<p>Well, fast forward a few years. The new thing for Caleb is, of course, Skylanders. I&#8217;m not just referring to the game of Skylanders, I&#8217;m talking about the little statues.</p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone aligncenter" src="https://i0.wp.com/lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SqhWC7aczD0/U3-lYLlJT-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Fy0aKRllQG8/w323-h574-no/20140523_154509.jpg?resize=323%2C574&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="323" height="574" /></p>
<p>I am a little embarrassed to admit that between the two of them, Caleb and Joshua have at least 25 Skylanders. Caleb just got 5 or 6 new ones for his birthday, and he is ALL about it. He has this small rubbermaid bin that he keeps all of them in, and at least two Skylanders go everywhere he goes.</p>
<p>I had to draw the line at taking them to school the other day. (You are welcome, Caleb&#8217;s teacher.) Unfortunately, I never have been able to catch all the little Lego men, to keep those from going to school with him. The boys in his class totally have a Black Market trading ring going with the little Lego men and Soar cards (which the kids collect for good behavior). Word on the street is that some of these little boys trade each other cards for Lego men.</p>
<p>Now you know Joshua has been into Skylanders for a while now. They just handle it differently. When Joshua has a new obsession, he spends lots of time researching everything he can find on the topic. He has read everything he can get his hands on about his interest. Then he draws it about a billion times. He can tell you the exact date of when this year&#8217;s new Skylander game will be released. Actually, so can I. October 5th. I see it written on little scraps of paper all over the house. Thank you, Joshua.</p>
<p>Caleb doesn&#8217;t do the research. He has Joshua for that. Instead, Caleb has to play it out. Always has. When it was Toy Story, we had every single toy the stores have made from that movie, and Woody went on vacation with us for 5 years. When it was superheroes, Caleb lived in costume. When it was trains, he had the best train birthday cake ever, two years in a row. To this day, he can build a train track faster than I can.</p>
<p><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/421545_10151800111680534_1924528532_n.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-3177" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/421545_10151800111680534_1924528532_n.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C420" alt="421545_10151800111680534_1924528532_n" width="560" height="420" /></a></p>
<p><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/2012-06-21_16-43-31_25.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-3178" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/2012-06-21_16-43-31_25.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C315" alt="2012-06-21_16-43-31_25" width="560" height="315" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Joshua used to have way more Skylanders than Caleb, but things are evening out since Caleb&#8217;s birthday. Caleb used to have to ask Joshua to play with any of his Skylanders. Nowadays, Caleb carries them all around in a bin, and if Joshua has a friend over, and they are trying to actually play the Skylander video game, they have to beg Caleb for the little statues, which you have to have to play the game.</p>
<p>I heard this from the basement the other day:</p>
<p>Xavier: Caleb, come on! We can&#8217;t beat this world without a water element.</p>
<p>Caleb: You can&#8217;t have any of the Swap Force. They are going into battle.</p>
<p>(Caleb and Lincoln had every little Skylander arranged into armies, which were too busy with battle to be bothered with the &#8220;Portal of Power&#8221; &#8211;the portal transports the Skylanders into the video game.) Is this confusing? I&#8217;m sorry.</p>
<p>Xavier: Please, Caleb!</p>
<p>Caleb: Okay, I guess you can have this one.</p>
<p>A few minutes later, the second grade boys all ran upstairs.</p>
<p>&#8220;What are ya&#8217;ll doing?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;We have to go outside. We can&#8217;t play our game because Caleb won&#8217;t let us have any of the Skylanders,&#8221; Joshua told me, as he followed his friends outside to the trampoline.</p>
<p>When Caleb goes to bed at night, he lines every single one of those little creatures up: across his headboard, across his desk, and if he migrates to my bed in the middle of the night, I will wake up in the morning snuggling one of the things.</p>
<p>Happy Birthday, Caleb! We love you so much!!</p>
<p><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/169_16555230533_2643_n.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3185" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/169_16555230533_2643_n.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=469%2C352" alt="169_16555230533_2643_n" width="469" height="352" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">Joshua (2) and Caleb (4 months)</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/257_42987800533_7516_n.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3186" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/257_42987800533_7516_n.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=454%2C340" alt="257_42987800533_7516_n" width="454" height="340" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">10 months</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://scontent-b-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xaf1/t1.0-9/2104_124610240533_5752_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="453" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">18 months</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="https://i0.wp.com/fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/t1.0-9/8132_303598050533_5083588_n.jpg?resize=497%2C372&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="497" height="372" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">age 2, chasing pigeons at the Smithsonian</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/p4010034.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3180" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/p4010034.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=494%2C404" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" width="494" height="404" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">age 3, becoming a big brother</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/img_0738.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-3189" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/img_0738.jpg?resize=362%2C400&#038;quality=89" alt="IMG_0738" width="362" height="400" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">4 years old</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/dscn0252.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3191" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/dscn0252.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=424%2C318" alt="DSCN0252" width="424" height="318" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">5 year old Caleb, welcoming another little brother</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="3192" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/06/06/i-want-to-officially-change-my-name-to-chaos/img_3256/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?fit=2737%2C2084&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2737,2084" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1399799544&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_3256" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?fit=300%2C228&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?fit=860%2C654&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3192" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=467%2C355" alt="IMG_3256" width="467" height="355" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?w=2737&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2737w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?resize=300%2C228&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?resize=1024%2C779&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/img_3256.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 467px) 100vw, 467px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">6 year old Caleb</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">and now&#8230;..</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="3193" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/06/06/i-want-to-officially-change-my-name-to-chaos/calebblackandwhite/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?fit=3456%2C5184&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,5184" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;6.3&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;MaryAshley LaVoy&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS REBEL T4i&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1401090431&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;@LouLouPhotography&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;70&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1600&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="Calebblackandwhite" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?fit=200%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?fit=682%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter  wp-image-3193" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=443%2C665" alt="Calebblackandwhite" width="443" height="665" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?resize=200%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 200w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?resize=682%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 682w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/calebblackandwhite.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 443px) 100vw, 443px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I just love my Caleb: middle child, Skylander lovin&#8217;, imaginative, Elephant &amp; Piggy fan, devoted brother, loyal friend, friendly to everyone, mechanically gifted, self-reliant, home-body, and hilarious little boy!</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Caleb is always wanting to change his name to one thing or another.  This week he said, &#8220;I want to officially change my name to Chaos.&#8221; Chaos is the villain of Skylanders.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">***Oh, and one more thing***</p>
<p>John David is so sick right now that his eyes are just little, puffy slits. He is sleeping most of the day as well as most of the night. He gets up just often enough that Alan and I never quite feel rested, even though we are taking turns. For three nights now, we have both spent hours in the recliner with our baby, holding him up while he sleeps. It is the most pitiful thing. I think this is the sickest baby I&#8217;ve ever had. His fever peaked the other night at 103. He&#8217;s been on antibiotics for two days now, but it hasn&#8217;t made much difference. Do you think he could have the flu?</p>
<p>Guess who else is sick? Me. If we do have the same thing, then it isn&#8217;t the flu. While I&#8217;m pretty miserable at night, I am still functioning. I&#8217;ve had the flu before, and it is 1000 times worse, but John David is much, much worse off than I am. If only 11 month olds could take Sudafed! It&#8217;s a powerful medicine.</p>
<p>I guess it&#8217;s a good thing we didn&#8217;t plan to send JD to Alabama because he would not have been able to go anyway.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, how excited am I about the boys&#8217; impending vacation!!?? The three oldest are taking off tomorrow. Many thanks to both of our families for all this babysitting. How would we ever do this without you?</p>
<p>Really, how? I haven&#8217;t been able to get too much done this week, but I have BIG plans for this weekend. I&#8217;m sure my miserably sick little sidekick won&#8217;t slow me down at all&#8230;&#8230;right&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>Our Adventures in DC with Four Little Kids</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>We did manage to squeeze in one day of adventure during Spring Break. &#160;My parents were visiting, and there were still a lot of DC spots that they had never seen, so we headed into town. &#160;Believe it or not, my parents, the 4 boys, and I all fit into one minivan. &#160;: ) One of Joshua&#8217;s friends came over to play while we were gone, and Alan answered the door. &#160;Alan was under the weather, so he couldn&#8217;t go [...]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/04/23/our-day-in-dc/">Our Adventures in DC with Four Little Kids</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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<p>We did manage to squeeze in one day of adventure during Spring Break. &nbsp;My parents were visiting, and there were still a lot of DC spots that they had never seen, so we headed into town. &nbsp;Believe it or not, my parents, the 4 boys, and I all fit into one minivan. &nbsp;: )</p>



<p>One of Joshua&#8217;s friends came over to play while we were gone, and Alan answered the door. &nbsp;Alan was under the weather, so he couldn&#8217;t go with us. &nbsp;When Alan told the little buddy that Joshua wasn&#8217;t home, he said, &#8220;What? &nbsp;How did they all fit into one car?&#8221;</p>



<p>The day went really well. &nbsp;I was reminded of one great money-saving tourist tip that I&#8217;d forgotten:</p>



<p>-Museum cafeterias are outrageously expensive, and who has the space to pack a picnic lunch and lug it around? &nbsp;Avoid the cafeterias. &nbsp;Instead, eat outside. &nbsp;In front of every museum is an outdoor cafe that sells hot dogs and such that cost less than they do inside.</p>



<p>First stop: Carousel</p>


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<p>This is a tradition for us. &nbsp;You just can&#8217;t take kids to the National Mall and skip the carousel!</p>



<p>Okay. &nbsp;I&#8217;ll try not to get too nostalgic. &nbsp;Let&#8217;s just say this will be an emotional move for us. &nbsp;(We&#8217;re moving this summer: &nbsp;far, far away!)</p>



<p>Carousel ride completed, and a good bit poorer, we headed across the Mall to the Smithsonian American History Museum.</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">the Smithsonian castle: beautiful, but I&#8217;ve never found too much to see in there</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">People were so kind to stop and offer to take family pictures for us. &nbsp;As I&#8217;ve said before, don&#8217;t knock &#8220;people today.&#8221; &nbsp;There are still plenty of nice ones out there.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">I&#8217;m so excited that we now have DC photos for JD and Daniel too. &nbsp;Joshua and Caleb have gotten to do all of this so many times over the years, but the little ones came along, and then Alan and I became a little less adventurous!</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">We could not have picked a more beautiful day to go touring. &nbsp;It was PERFECT. &nbsp;It was warm but breezy, and there were beautiful spring colors everywhere.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">I was so excited to see Joshua, actually reading the information!! &nbsp;He especially enjoyed the political cartoon exhibit, which I didn&#8217;t photograph, and everything in the presidential wing of the museum.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">Joshua usually complains of boredom at all of these museums, but we couldn&#8217;t tear him away from the presidential area. &nbsp;He was so interested in the presidents that he insisted on sitting and watching the entire History channel video of the history of presidents in the public eye, that they play continuously on the 3rd floor of the museum. &nbsp;I was rather delighted to see him taking such an interest!</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">JD mostly just enjoyed this water bottle. : )</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">I can&#8217;t explain why this is so much fun to us&#8230;.moving on&#8230;</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-center">Dan got a little bored, so he just laid down in the floor&#8230;.kind of like Caleb did, in the floor of the Capitol back in &#8217;09, which is one reason we&#8217;ve never gone back to the Capitol:</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-left">After the museum, we hiked waaaaay over to the World War II Memorial. &nbsp;I had never been to this memorial before. &nbsp;I&#8217;d seen it from the street, but that does not do it justice. &nbsp;This is a memorial well worth visiting. &nbsp;I literally had tears in my eyes, just thinking of all the sacrifices made in World War II. &nbsp;I highly recommend visiting this one!</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">As we were walking up to the memorial, Caleb asked, &#8220;Wait. &nbsp;This is a park???!!!??&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&#8220;Yeah, it&#8217;s a park!&#8221; I replied, hoping that would make it more interesting.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&#8220;Yes! &nbsp;So we can play here??&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&#8220;Um, uh&#8230;yeah. &nbsp;You can play.&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&#8220;Yes! &nbsp;We&#8217;re here! &nbsp;This is a park. &nbsp;So I can go now?&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">By this point, we were just coming up to the outside of the humongous WWII Memorial area, and I kind of just wanted to see where in the world Caleb was going with these thoughts, so I said, &#8220;Yeah, go ahead&#8230;..&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&#8220;YES!&#8221; Caleb said, as he ran over to the wall&#8230;.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2874" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/calebwwiidc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916077&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;13.84700122399&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.002&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="CalebWWIIDC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="CalebWWIIDC" class="wp-image-2874" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwwiidc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left"></p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">Mom asked, &#8220;Do you want me to go keep up with Caleb?&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">I was so relieved! &nbsp;&#8220;Yes, definitely!&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">It was a good thing too, because when I glanced back over there, I saw Nana ordering Caleb off the wall, where he had almost managed to jump over. &nbsp;I could just see Caleb and his one leg, headed back down.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2873" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/calebwallwwiidc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916082&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;13.84700122399&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0015625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="CalebWallWWIIDC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="CalebWallWWIIDC" class="wp-image-2873" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/calebwallwwiidc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left"></p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">Ah, Caleb. &nbsp;You&#8217;re just a fun little boy, and I love you so much. &nbsp;And thank you to Nana!!!</p>



<p class="has-text-align-center">I can&#8217;t tell you how inspiring this memorial is in person. &nbsp;You really have to see it.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2897" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/wwiimemorialdc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916516&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.001&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="WWIIMemorialDC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="WWIIMemorialDC" class="wp-image-2897" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/wwiimemorialdc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left"></p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">There was a line of these scenes in the wall, progressing from beginning to end of the war.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2893" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/reflectingdandc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916326&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;160&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.001&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="ReflectingDAnDC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="ReflectingDAnDC" class="wp-image-2893" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/reflectingdandc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left"></p>



<p class="has-text-align-center">Even the boys really seemed to enjoy this fountain. &nbsp;Of course, they were just dying to put their arms into the water, but I&#8217;m happy to report that we all left DRY: &nbsp;an accomplishment in itself.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2889" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/lincolndc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916274&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;30.001&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0015625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="LincolnDC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="LincolnDC" class="wp-image-2889" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/lincolndc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left">The memorial goes all the way to the reflecting pool that stretches to the Lincoln Memorial, another favorite of ours.</p>


<div class="wp-block-image">
<figure class="aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="860" height="860" data-attachment-id="2895" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/themalldc/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;4.5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1397916813&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.001&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="TheMallDC" data-image-description="&lt;p&gt;touring the National Mall with little kids and a wheelchair and a baby in a stroller&lt;/p&gt;
" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=860%2C860" alt="TheMallDC" class="wp-image-2895" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?w=3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3456w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/themalldc.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a></figure></div>


<p class="has-text-align-left"></p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">Then we made the long hike back to our van.  It was so sweet to watch Joshua and Caleb, just talking amongst themselves. Our exhausted preschooler climbed onto Granddaddy’s lap and caught a ride on the scooter.  Dan was passed out hard by the time we loaded him into his car seat.</p>


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<p class="has-text-align-left">I enjoyed watching the boys, walking and talking to each other. &nbsp;I hope they will be best friends for life.</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">&nbsp;How we will miss you, DC!!!</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">Oh, I just have to share this one last story! &nbsp;My parents left on Easter, but they were still here when Daniel received his Easter basket, so Daniel is convinced that everything he got from the Easter Bunny actually came from Nana. &nbsp;hehehe &nbsp;&#8220;Look what Nana got me.&#8221; &nbsp;&#8220;Nana got me this.&#8221; &nbsp;&#8220;Where Nana and Granddaddy go?&#8221;</p>



<p class="has-text-align-left">I could&#8217;ve corrected him, but eh&#8230;why bother. &nbsp;; )</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>John David is now 9 months old, so I figured it was time for another &#8220;remember when&#8221; kind of post.  Check them out!!!  This collage has each of my boys, at 9 months of age.  Can you tell which baby is which?? Isn&#8217;t it funny how people think JD is chubby????  He&#8217;s our thinnest baby ever.  ; ) You can definitely tell which boy is so old that I don&#8217;t have very many digital pictures of him.  I did have [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2819" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/9monthbabiescollage/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=2800%2C2800&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2800,2800" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="9monthbabiescollage" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter  wp-image-2819" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=503%2C503" alt="9monthbabiescollage" width="503" height="503" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=2800&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2800w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 503px) 100vw, 503px" /></a></p>
<p>John David is now 9 months old, so I figured it was time for another &#8220;remember when&#8221; kind of post.  Check them out!!!  This collage has each of my boys, at 9 months of age.  Can you tell which baby is which??</p>
<p>Isn&#8217;t it funny how people think JD is chubby????  He&#8217;s our thinnest baby ever.  ; )</p>
<p>You can definitely tell which boy is so old that I don&#8217;t have very many digital pictures of him.  I did have a digital camera back then, but I didn&#8217;t have Facebook or Snapfish yet, so those photos perished with whatever computer they were stored on.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t worry.  I faithfully printed ALL of Joshua&#8217;s baby photos.  The other boys, especially John David, aren&#8217;t quite so lucky&#8230;</p>
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<p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter" src="https://scontent-a-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1.0-9/1507629_10153696166765534_252511376_n.jpg" alt="" width="523" height="523" /></p>
<p>Ok.  That was the 6 month collage.  I wish I could&#8217;ve found a nice, clear Joshua picture this time.  If you happen to have a clear digital Joshua at 9 months, feel free to send it my way.  Thanks!</p>
<p>I know you&#8217;re not supposed to compare your babies, but rules were made to be broken, so let&#8217;s compare!</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2819" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/9monthbabiescollage/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=2800%2C2800&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2800,2800" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="9monthbabiescollage" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2819" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C560" alt="9monthbabiescollage" width="560" height="560" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=2800&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2800w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/9monthbabiescollage.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a>Let&#8217;s look at them at 9 months one more time!!</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">Do you remember how Caleb&#8217;s hair always stood straight up like that?  I just loved it</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Earliest Crawler:  Joshua at 9 months</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Earliest Walker:  Joshua at 12 months</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Earliest cruiser (walking around holding onto furniture):  Joshua at 8 months.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I literally did nothing but dote on Joshua all day and encourage him to stand and walk.  Ha!  The others haven&#8217;t gotten that kind of undivided attention.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Earliest talker:  Caleb&#8230;&#8230;Was he ever NOT talking?  He was born talking.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Chubbiest Baby:  Daniel</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Tallest Baby:  Caleb and John David</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Heaviest baby:  Caleb, BY FAR</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Lightest baby:  John David</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Most adorable dimples:  John David.  I&#8217;m so in love with his smile.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">My only little red-head:  Daniel  : )</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Baldest:  JD</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I can&#8217;t wait to see what else is in store for these darlings.  I&#8217;m amazed at how much they change every single month, even Joshua and Caleb.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">My best advice to moms of young children:  Never despair if your child is behind in something this year.  NEXT year, he could be better at that same thing than all of his friends.  I&#8217;m amazed at how they simply mature at different rates.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">The boys earn belt loops for their accomplishments and extra curricular activities in cub scouts.  We couldn&#8217;t help but notice that Caleb&#8217;s are all one color, for academic achievements, while Joshua&#8217;s are all silver for athletic achievements.  I can&#8217;t wait to see how all of this unfolds through the years.  There&#8217;s really no telling.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I just love watching their personalities unfold as they grow in maturity.  The sky is the limit, children, the sky is the limit.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">**Cute quotes from this week**</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">The boys were discussing which college they are going to go to, a surprisingly frequent topic of conversation at our house.  That probably has something to do with the high-pressure area in which we make our dwelling&#8230;..</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Joshua:  I&#8217;m going to live in Maryland because I&#8217;m going to play football for the Navy Academy.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Me:  Oh, yes, that is impressive.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Caleb:  I don&#8217;t really know where I&#8217;m going to be.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Joshua:  I hope you&#8217;re going to be in Maryland, because you&#8217;re going to go to the same school as me, right!  Caleb, please, you have to go to the same school as me!&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Me:  That would be nice, if you went to the same school.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Caleb:  All right, all right.   Sure.  I&#8217;ll go to the same school as you.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">(I was so happy.  I might have had just small tears of joy.  I hope this lasts a long, long time!)</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">******</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">While walking to school yesterday:</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Caleb:  Yes!  The garbage truck is going by.  I changed my mind.  I&#8217;m going to be a garbage man when I grow up.  I want to be the one that pushes the button to empty the can.</p>
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