We celebrated our 7th anniversary yesterday, a week late, but it turned out well. We did some yard work in the morning, then played raquetball in the afternoon for the first time in 5 or 6 years (now we're sore). We went out to eat, had good company and good conversation, and called it a day. It was actually very enjoyable and relaxing.

David's doing pretty well right now; the seizures are less severe and less frequent. We're trying to sign him up for swimming lessons this summer, but it may be difficult to find a place that'll allow someone with epilepsy in the class. It may come down to paying for private lessons. David's also trying to catch up with his mental development, so he won't be going to kindergarten this year after all. Pre-school will give him some much-needed socializing, though.

We finally got some video captures finished and printed, so we'll be sending out pictures to anyone who's interested in the next while. We'll put more pictures up on this site soon.

Work at Gateway is still going well for Mike. He's lead writer of Mobiles documentation, so if you buy a Gateway notebook and find the documentation's screwed up, you know who to blame. Mike likes to think that somewhere, somebody actually reads the manuals, but we know better.

LeeAnn has been enjoying the good weather and the opportunity to plant a garden. Veggies and flowers are adding sorely needed color to the yard. The house had been done in all dark, dark brown (or black) and white, inside and out, so last year all flowers were white and all landscape rock was black. People around here call it the "Oreo House." Anyway, now a flag is waving from the flagpole in the front yard, and some red and yellow tulips are complementing the mailbox, so it doesn't look quite so Oreo any more.

Don't know if we've told you, but the sandbox FINALLY has sand in it, about 7 tons. Just right. A big dump truck had to squeak up the side yard, slightly bulging the retaining wall there, but the sand got dumped half-in, half-out of the box. A lot of shoveling later, the sand was all the way in, and the kids began playing in earnest. At least the sand got into the box in time for David's birthday friends to enjoy, too.

Brian's growing up too fast; he tells the cutest stories, all from a very active and original imagination. His prayers are thorough, too, telling Heavenly Father all about his day and what he likes and doesn't like and what he wants and what he's scared of--it's like he's talking to a friend, which is as it should be. He likes holding his new baby sister, and says she's cute and has "darling clothes."

Caleb is talking a lot now. He says long words like "chocolatemilk" and "otherhand" and "elephant." He is the happiest, cutest boy we have ever known. He has a deep, throaty giggle (or is it a "chortle?"), and he loves being chased, caught, and tickled. When his daddy mows the lawn, Caleb gets out his toy lawn mower and follows right behind.

Misha seems to be actually looking at things now. We've caught her smiling a couple of times, and she has giggled in her sleep. It really makes us wonder what things a newborn baby has to smile and giggle about in her dreams, but we like to think she remembers being with Heavenly Father and the happiness she felt there. She's so calm and quiet (except when she's hungry). She has dark hair, and long fingers and toes. And a pointy tongue, and large doe eyes. *sigh* She'll be a heart breaker.

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