Sunday, October 28, 2012
Two years ago today, we brought Caleb home from the hospital after 72 days, four surgeries and enough stress to make a large amount of my hair to fall out. I never thought I would say this, but now our time in Ann Arbor seems like a dream or something that happened to someone else.
Caleb is still doing great. He is back to daycare now that the big kids are in school. He is talking all of the time now and sometimes we understand what he is saying. He is growing out of his 12 month clothes. He is still a flirt and far more outgoing than any of the older kids have ever been.
I realized how much we take for granted when we were on vacation a few weeks ago. We were swimming in the hotel pool and someone asked about his scar. At fun night at school last week, a little girl asked about his scar. Hopefully, Caleb will be proud of his scar. It comes up so high on his chest you can see it unless he is wearing a very high collar. I am assuming that being Phil's son, he will come up with some bizarre story to tell people. It will probably involve hand to hand combat or a shark attack. I am guessing that he will use it to his advantage with the ladies!