Things have been busy here. Hence, few posts.
But Caleb came in the other day and instructed me that he could eat pasta, bread, bananas and oranges in his lunch. But not carrots or apples.
He has a wobbly tooth.
I mourned a little, about the same amount when he got the tooth in first place. He got his first tooth at four months and so perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that it wobbles and he's barely in kindergarten (and wouldn't be in kindergarten if we were in Texas). I looked at his little kindy (they call it kindy here) picture where he sports a grin of tiny white teeth with equal spaces between them. Pretty soon, he'll have a gap, then his teeth will go through a period where they will look like they could be used to punture tin juice cans. After awhile, the teeth will all grow in and they'll look oh so big for his little body and he'll be in the awkward tween years. He is growing up.
He also scored his first soccer goal this past weekend. I had to be told of the event since I could not make it. Figures. Anyway, he set up a replay in the living room between the couch and chair and showed me just how he "sneaked" it in. He has "sneaked" up on me in so many other ways as well.