Ad Nauseam

I realize that my interest in sharing about my children exceeds almost everybody’s interest in hearing about them. Feel free to move away from this blog and on to the next, or just click that little red X in the upper right corner. Read at your own discretion, by all means. Because if talking, or writing, about my children is wrong, then I don’t want to be right. I’ve said before that Celia deserves to be chronicled in song and legend for centuries to come. The same goes for her little brother. Celia had a rough start to the week. Really rough. Scary rough. But the past couple of days, she's been passing out smiles the kind we haven't seen in what feels like ages, the kind that help us remember she's a child, not a disease, the kind that push away our pain because, if even for a moment, it seems as though hers is gone. She was always such a good smiler.

CEB, fall 2007

And this week, Tucker got his first tooth.  Boy, did he earn it.  It doesn't really affect his smile yet.  He shares perfect smiles in the manner his sister began, open-mouthed and often.  His smile will always remind us of hers.  It's the kind of smile we'll never be sick or tired of.

TEB, fall 2009

JEB