Caleb has a new love for his backpack. He loves it because he sees his dad wearing a backpack. So, they wear them together. Or when Caleb misses his dad, he wears his backpack alone.

Caleb now tells me what his job is. When I am wiping his face, he says, "My Job." He tries to sweep the kitchen floor and tells me it is his job. I better not even think about trying to help or try to guide the broom into hitting everything off the counters because it is HIS JOB.

Having a toddler is an interesting new world that I am navigating for the first time. I love the new language every day that I hear. I am not always sure what our conversations are about, but I try to decipher them. :)