It’s been more than three years since I wrote a blog entry, which feels like an eternity in the life of a family with young children. Jonah is six now, and Camille – who’s never even been mentioned on the blog – is almost three!

I won’t beat around the bush: It’s Coronavirus time. “Life in the time of COVID-19,” as they like to say. So weird. I’m sure we’ll look back on this in much the same way we look back on 9/11, except a lot more people died, there’s no end in sight, and our government has botched this even more bigly than 9/11.

Jonah just started virtual first grade, and he’s such a rock star. He’s mostly attentive, but I think he’s sort of bored. I sure would’ve been at his age with 100% online learning of stuff I already know. I’m sure it’ll get more interesting as they start covering new material.

Camille starts a toddler pod next week, thereby returning her to the land of the little person. She hasn’t seen anyone younger than Billie since mid-March.

Things Camille says that I don’t want to forget:

“Lah-ter” for water

“Bopple” for bottle (Jonah said “bockle”)

“I-wuh-know” for “I don’t know”

“Mille” for her name (“I’m Mille!”)

“I need help!”

“I need something.”

She calls us Mommy/Mama pretty interchangeably, and Jonah’s started doing it too.

Jonah has lost two teeth so far – the two bottom middle ones. Both of his top teeth are loose!

Jonah’s hair still hasn’t grown out since he cut his own bangs in early June.