Progress, of the best kind, is comparatively slow. Great results cannot be achieved at once; and we must be satisfied to advance in life as we walk, step by step. ~Samuel Smiles

It is 2010. Our little family life is going forward, one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, away from diapers and onto little boy unders and with a little skip in our steps.

In addition to undies, Max is now in gymnastics (while Grace is in the “big” gym). It is one of the dearest things I have ever seen. He works so hard, listens, follows directions. He has a long way to go on his cartwheel. His determination is solid.  He has no self consciousness at all. 

We are working to improve his diet as he would sustain himself on chips and straight high fructose corn syrup if unchecked.  He is not quite so determined to eat his veggies, although one bite at a time there is an improvement. 

The guy is still soft. His face is usually the first thing I see each morning; it lights up the day, even though it is always still pitch black out.

Grace has joined the local kindergarten Daisey’s group. They started in January, just in time to sell girl scout cookies. Most of the 6 of you who read this have already been hit up. She got such a kick out of selling those things. Does she just love cookies so much that she is in heaven spreading them out into the world? She was fantastic making the calls, speaking up, using her manners and telling everyone what her goal was.  Good stuff.

Tonight as I was putting her to bed I asked if she wanted any music.  She thought for a second and said “none of your tweety bird music.”  She opted for Yo Yo Ma instead.  I laughed for 10 minutes, which just egged her on to think of funny things to say.  She’s referring to my no-joke all time favorite Danny Wright and friends on pandora, which includes all of those national park-like albums that have birds and storms and cricks in the background.  Her sense of humor rocks.

So, nothing earth shattering going on around here (literally or figuratively, thank god), just a little family moving forward in a life that is about as good as it gets.  Except that tomorrow will be better (again, by the grace of god) because even though today is the last day we’ll be this young and the kids will be this little, the daylight will last 1 minute and 42 seconds longer.

PS Can you believe the name of the guy quoted above?  I wish my name was Jenny B Smiles.