Dreams do come true.
Wednesday, January 27th was Caleb’s 7th Birthday. (Do notice the change in the spelling of his name—he discovered that same week that people actually understand how to pronounce his name if it’s spelled C-A-L-E-B!) We had a fun little party the Sunday before with my sister’s family and the Carlsons. Unfortunately, I let my own excitement get the best of me and in my selfish desire to surprise him with an awesome cupcake spread and room-full-of-friends, I scared him half to death and he transformed before our eyes into a shy, mute boy. (How could I be so insensitive?) Oh well, chalk it up to my green, green state of motherhood. It only lasted a few minutes—He warmed up to the cupcake with seven rainbow-colored candles ablaze and the fun & celebration won out.
All week long, Caleb hinted about wanting a clock for his bedside table. We found one that folds up and looks just like a mobile phone & were pretty sure he'd go bananas over it...
Caleb and his cousin, Ryan Raney, had a good time with those party gizmos that uncurl when you blow!
One of the day's brightest highlights was seeing how all of the kids have warmed up to each other. Bonds are forming. I'm not sure if they think much of it intellectually, but their hearts seem to know.
