I know, I haven't written in two months. And you probably haven't read this blog in two months, either. (Because, y'know, math.)
So I figure I need to do something striking to get your attention back.
So here's something striking. My son, Oliver?
Y'know, this kid?
He's turning six.
Yes, really. Six years old.
He's finishing kindergarten next month.
He's reading now. He reads up a storm. Sometimes, he gets out of bed and starts reading books, and two hours later, he's still sitting on the couch, tearing through book after book after book.
He's grown so much this year. Such a personality he has. He's witty and charming and mischievous (like his dad, I suppose. The mischievous part.)
He's big. My kid is getting big.