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Today, my son, you are five. Five sounds like a big kid number, not a little kid number. We will celebrate you a bit more today than we do every other day. There will be cake and presents and the wild cacophony of Chuck E. Cheese.

You are kind; the kindest, tenderest boy I know. The way you love your sisters amazes me. You help them, plot with them, question them, soothe them. You act as peacemaker. You defer to them. Watching you with them shows me the sort of husband and father you’ll be: patient, kind, warm, loving, funny, sweet. You are amazing.

As you grow, I can’t wait to see how the Lord uses your strengths of compassion and mercy to make you more like Jesus. I love how hard you love, and with such gusto. I loveĀ  how you care about being close to your girls.

I love to watch you conquer things, how brave you are. You potty trained yourself when you were a brand-new two. You learned to read at four with only your sister’s help. You play Wii like your life depends on it. Last night when you split your lip, you weighed the cost of the shot and stitches and decided you’d go through with it if I thought you should. That’s courage, my son, that is faith.

I’ve never met a grownup who didn’t love your sweet charm. Keep your heart pure, dear boy, and that will be an irresistible draw to the heart of God for others in your life. You are a mighty warrior, beloved of God, beloved of us, precious and wonderful. Happy five, my boy. You are our treasure.

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OK, first I should apologize. Life has been crazy this year, and I’m just now getting my bearings. I’m almost seven months pregnant, started working from home in January, and have just been holding on and muddling through 2010.

It’s a shame really, because I miss writing. I miss writing for myself, something which isn’t related to my income. I’ve been working for a health and fitness blog called GenXXL, and have taken on increased responsibilities in the six months of my tenure.

It’s a good gig, and I’m so thankful for the opportunity, but I do miss getting to talk about the kids, the pregnancy, the general meandering of life.

That said, here goes.

The Firecracker Princess starts school next month when the Music Man goes back to work. We’re homeschooling this year, using the Charlotte Mason method. I bought a Kindle (and a super cute cover) because most of the books for this program are in the public domain (read: free). She’s really excited to get started and begs to use her “school books” all the time.

The Monster is good, still just as sweet and cute as ever. He’s clearly growing up, though, which is hard on a mama’s heart.

The Joyful Babe is now two, and with another baby coming in the next couple of months, I may have to give her a new nickname. Sigh. They get big so fast!

Newest babe is girl #3 for us, so the poor Monster has some competition. He and daddy have been doing “manly things” this summer to up the testosterone quotient in our home!

As for me, I’ve maintained a minimum of activity, but apparently I just get fat every time I get pregnant. I still have 11-13 weeks left to go in this pregnancy, but I’m just 20 lbs less than when I delivered JB. Sigh. I can’t lie, though, I’m excited to work it off after the baby comes. I’m hoping to do a half marathon at Disney World near the end of February.

If you’re doing the math, I’m due end of September/early October and yes, I’ll be pushing it to get in long-distance shape by then. It’s a goal, we’ll see if I reach it!

Thanks for catching up, I hope to be writing more!

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