Sunday, June 23, 2013

Slow and steady

If you've ever tried to pick Caleb up, you know what I'm talking about. He's solid as a rock. Bumping into him is a little like running into a brick wall. He's nearly 40 pounds of solid 4-year-old muscle.

It made sense to us when he was a baby and threatened to eat his weight in finger foods and whole milk. But how he manages to maintain his physique these days is a mystery.

In the Dinnertime Olympics, he brings home the gold for dawdling at the table and slow eating.

Perhaps because he never stops talking, or perhaps because his little brain is always coming up with some new idea, Caleb can't seem to finish a meal in any sort of reasonable amount of time.

I think that creative and clever mind of his is to blame. Where I saw a slice of pumpkin bread and some raspberries, he saw a dump truck. So of course he had to build it to make it easier for the rest of us to see.

This kid's going to be an engineer one day.

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