My Strong-Willed Man Child

Ok, so I have finally given in to the pressure and have created a blog. I feel almost icky, really, spending all of this time and effort writing about me, but I will make valiant efforts. The truth behind starting this is to satisfy the craving of friends and family, who are always wanting current updates and pictures of our man-child and his many many adventures! So, here you go:

Caleb, who is now almost 19 months old, and who basically (at almost 10lbs) was born a man, has abandoned the timid and apprehensive nature of a baby, and has FLUNG himself full force into toddler-hood, and has taken me (kicking and screaming, I might add) with him. He decided about 2 weeks ago, Easter Sunday to be exact, to despise the church nursery. The whining starts as we enter the blue hallways, and usually ends with me being paged b/c he is sitting open-mouthed in the floor of the nursery screaming at the top of his lungs, making everyone miserable. I have decided to start sending Sam to "handle" the situation. All he has to do is look at Caleb, and everything suddenly goes right with the world. Go Figure!