This week Jeremy turned twenty-two. Today we had dinner with friends and family, and of course our two boys. It was a lot of fun, but I think mostly it was relaxing. With the book and traveling to write it and everything in the last couple years or so, it's been hectic, and I think it's been ages since we've been able to see all our friends in one place. Anyway, he's my best friend, the best dad my boys could ask for, and he means everything to me. I would be nothing without him. So thanks for spending his birthday with us.
The book has really taken off. I don't know what I was expecting
but at least no one thinks this one is fiction
but in true Curenton style Jeremy just kind of sidestepped all expectations. There's been post coming in -- through the publisher, you know, not to the flat -- some good, some bad, most of it in between. We've been having after hours fun with it; we try to guess the contents of the letter based on thickness, shape, handwriting... luckily it's all been regular post so far. I've seen enough furniture at my in-law's house with scorch marks on it to know that it could come any day.
I just hope we could keep that away from the boys. They'd have way too much fun.
Ben is wearing himself out trying to keep up with his brother these days. He crawls like a maniac, I'm frankly shocked that he doesn't wind up with floor burn. For now though, Owen is willing to wait in order to let his brother keep up with him. Maybe that'll stick, but I doubt it.