Today I had an employee who called in sick. That's not all that unusual except for one thing. This guy couldn't come to work because he had glued his lips together with Superglue. As excuses for missing work this one ranks right up there with the young lady a couple of years ago who fell out of her pickup and ran over herself. I would have sworn that neither of these accomplishments were possible, but evidently I would have been wrong.

We had Caleb's second birthday party today. Caleb and eleven other youngsters enjoyed about three hours together. We had purchased one of those inflatable jumpers for his birthday rather than renting one. For the cost of renting one three times we were able to purchase one. We should be able to use it a number of times over the next few years. At first Caleb was afraid of the jumper, but after he watched other kids having fun in it he wanted in too. The party was a success, and everyone had a grand time. Tonight we are cleaning up and trying to assemble the Power Wheels pickup given to Caleb by his abuelo y abuela (grandparents for those who don't understand a bit of español.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALEB!

Today is Caleb's second birthday. It's difficult to believe the little guy is already two. Mommy went to work today. I took the day off along with tomorrow for his party. Caleb had a stomach virus a couple days ago. Yesterday, Mommy came down with it. Today, it's Daddy's turn. I took Caleb to the park after lunch to see the ducks and turtles in the pond. Then we picked up his Spiderman cupcakes. After we got home I started feeling...well, let's just say that it involves spending an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom.

I'm not certain what we will do about his party tomorrow yet. I sure would hate to make all his little friends sick, and this virus seems to be VERY contagious. Happy Birthday anyway, big boy. Daddy loves you more than the world.

I saw an episode of Monk today that made me cry and think about how much I love this boy. I know, it's just a stupid TV show about a paranoid obsessive-compulsive detective, but it really hit home. Monk was taking care of a 2 year old from an orphanage for a few days, and he had decided to adopt the boy since he realized that he loved the child very much. Monk's psychiatrist told him he was in no condition to take care of a child since he could barely care for himself. That was so sad. The show had a happy ending, though. A nice young couple adopted the boy and took him home. I guess it just brought back a lot of memories of the struggle we went through trying to have children. I don't ordinarily watch much television, preferring to read instead, but this episode was extremely well done. Reminded me to thank the Lord for the blessings He's bestowed.

Well, I haven't posted in months. I guess I became bored with blogging or something. Caleb is about to celebrate his second birthday. It's difficult to believe that he is almost two. My goodness, the boy is smart. The other evening he and I took a walk around the neighborhood. Caleb pointed up at the full moon that was visible in the late afternoon sky. "Up in the sky," he said with a look of fear and surprise on his face.

"That's the moon." I said.

"Moon," he replied. He seems way too smart for a two-year-old. Of course, every parent probably thinks his child is the smartest.