Owen is receiving 1st communion today. He's nearly five feet tall (at age seven) and scored four goals in his soccer game this morning (a come from behind win). He now owns a suit, his first. He has three neckties, all clip-on. Thank Zeus.
Max turns five today. He still has one missing tooth, chipped and pulled when he was two. He can stand on his head and do a cherry drop in gymnastics. I've baked three birthday cakes in the past two weeks.
I looked at some old pictures the other day and realized how fast they grow up.
I love these guys, even when they're knuckleheads.
They're inspirations. In fact, I've dedicated The Saints are Dead to them.
Have a wonderful weekend.