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. There are such precious children! We find that Claire falls physically, or at least facially, right between Caitlin and Drew. Dear wee ! 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.