My younger sister called me, unexpectedly, this morning. Life has been busy for all of us, and we hadn't spoken in a couple months .... she called me on my birthday in March and left a voicemail that came in while I was at a rehearsal, and that might have been our most recent contact. On that occasion she was joined by the boys: Oliver then had just enough verbalization to say my name, not much more; on that message, Henry preferred to sing "Power Rangers rock!" instead of the traditional congratulations.
Look at those long legs and that utter sassiness in dinosaur pajamas.
|Henry: 3.5 Oliver 1.5|
They're growing up without me, that's for sure. The length of time that has passed since my sister and I spoke had gotten away from me, too. She's not the only friend I've started to lose track of in that sort of back-shelf, lazy fashion -- kind of like I'm losing track of keeping up with blogging -- and I'm glad a few things in life are slowing down this month and next, so maybe I can pull back all these drifting balloons worth gathering once again.