Sunday, June 20, 2004:
Sarah’s eleventh birthday. We have a chicken and taters dinner. When it comes to our second helpings, we find that Drew has finished up the chicken single-handedly.
We go back to the archives, looking at old videos this time. They’re very revealing. A lot of time has passed, for one thing. There’s a poor filmer and a hectoring tyrant behind that camera. These are such precious children! We find that Claire falls physically, or at least facially, right between Caitlin and Drew. Dear wee Sarah! We’re especially charmed by her little one-year-old, pre-Scotland knee bend/upthrusts.
After a bit of breaking we come back together to read about Caitlin’s birth. There’s a poor writer and a hectoring tyrant behind that pen. Drew keeps cracking up over my verbose effusions.