If you want to call it normal. We're just a setting on a washing machine, then. Just wanted to let everyone know that we are still alive. Callum is all better, he's been running around and shouting Klingon or whatever language he speaks. Well, except for today when it was more whining and he was more of a cling-on than Klingon. A sudden rise in temperature has made him a bit grouchy. I think it's more teeth coming in, seeing as his fingers have been in his mouth a lot today and he's certainly drooling enough.
Another thing going on in our lives is our upcoming trip to Denver. The vacant congregation there has asked us to come and visit them for a while. They would like to meet us and hear Stu preach. We will be there over two Sundays. The hard part of this trip is that we decided to leave Callum at my parents' place. I've never been away from him for more than a few hours so this will be very very hard for me! I know that he is in very capable hands, and that he will be comfortable and have everything he needs. Why, knowing this, is it still so hard?