No, it’s not my birthday.
Claire came out of Conrad’s room one night, rolled her eyes, and said, “Happy birthday. Now good night!” I asked Claire why she wished him a happy birthday. It turns out she was simply returning the good wishes. Conrad had wished her a happy birthday….and since that unbirthday, each night, Conrad wishes us a happy birthday before bed. I suspect he knows it’s not anyone’s birthday because he says it with a wry smile. To demonstrate Conrad’s influence in the family, before bed, we all now say, “Good night. Happy birthday.” Good night, Weston. Happy birthday. Good night, Julia. Happy birthday. Good night, Claire. Happy birthday.




I promise to start posting about the other kids.
Claire and the kids were hanging out with our neighbors the other day. When it was time to leave, Weston waved and said, “I love you.” When Weston sees kids from the neighborhood across the street, same thing — “I love you.” He gets a great reaction and I wonder what would happen if an adult tried it. Next time I see someone I know, I’m going to wave and yell, “I love you.” …No I’m not.
