Time flies
Our dear boy Berek arrives this evening. It's hard to believe, but his semester of living with us ended almost two years ago to the day.

I've lost almost 15 pounds since then, and my stress level is exponentially lower. I doubt he'll notice that as much as the changes in Claire. When he left, she looked like this:



She had eight teeth and couldn't walk or talk. She ate baby food from jars and drank formula. Wait till he sees her curls bounce as she runs down the stairs, gives him a toothy smile and exclaims "konnichiha!"