Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.Psalms 127:3-5 ESV

Monday, November 14, 2011

Falling over Fall

on dad's old rocking horse

always checking things out

Ragamuffin Parade in town


This time last year we longed for when Caleb would run through leaves and around playgrounds.  Now we are literally sprinting after him and he LOVES the leaves.  He loves the outdoors, and thinks the leaves on the ground are the best to kick around.  He loves to say "car" which he pronounces "cah."  I believe this is a result of being born in Cambridge, MA.  :-)