The sermon was received well Sunday.  I'm always a little unsure as to what that means, but I do feel it was a worthy contribution, so I'm happy.  I may try to post it here sometime, but I'm not sure.

Holiday parties and hobnobs are the order for the rest of the week, so that should be fun.  Draining, but fun.

There's still so much I'd like to share here, but I remain unable to do so.

Caleb Dean is becoming quite the little gentleman.  A gentleman who craps his pants daily and seems intent on ignoring everything his mother and I have to say, perhaps, but a gentleman nonetheless.  He likes cars, juice, and counting, and I like him.  We need haircuts, though.  Sarah's going to have the shortest hair in the family soon at this rate.  Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Nine days until the feast day of St. Thomas the Apostle, kids.