Saturday, December 29, 2007

Caleb visits with Josie Staecker

Jonathan and his best friend from high school, Chris Staecker, have had a few uncanny parallel points in their lives over the past few years:

We found out in the summer of 2002 that we were going to Kazakhstan with the Peace Corps, and Jonathan called Chris to tell him the news. As it turned out, Chris had just heard he was accepted to a program that was sending him to Kazakhstan to teach English for a year.

Then, more recently, Jonathan called Chris to tell him that we were going to have a baby and Chris said, "My wife is pregnant, too!" The newborns are only 7 weeks apart. A few days ago, Caleb and Josselyn (Josie) Staecker got together for their first meet and greet. They didn't have a whole lot to say to each other, but you know how first-time introductions go. I'm sure they'll chat it up the next time they see each other.












2 comments:

Carolyn said...

Uh-oh- matchmaking already? ;-)

Unknown said...

Caleb: where do you live?
Josie: who can tell. They pull this hat so far over my eyes...They make me ride backwards in the car. I can tell you where I've been. Where've you been?
C: I can't read the signs yet. I saw tall buildings and lots of people. The city is yellow. I think it's called Taxi.
J: what's your name?
C: not sure they decided yet. They call me Caleb, Little Olive Dude,Squeaky, Tummy Time...:
J: Tummy Time is not a name.
C: sure it is. They put a blanket on the floor so my face is buried in the blanket and they all sit around and say "it's Tummy Time". Doesn't seem like they're talking about any of the big people.
J: Have you learned many words yet?
C: Every day I hear something new. What does "suck" mean?
J: It has something to do with how we eat. Why?
C: Cause everyone here says the Jets suck and the Yankees suck and the Colts suck. All those people must be hungry.
J: I think I'm hungry. I need to learn the word for that.
C: We were watching this show called Oprah. They were talking about the language of babies. They think we only know three words. One for food, one for poop, one for gas.
J: Yuk. Gas is when they rub and pat my back. It feels like I'm riding over those train tracks real fast.
C: They have no clue, these big people. Here they come, making their cutsy faces.
J: I hope they figure out I'm hungry. Soon.
C: Just cry. They have three shots to figure it out. They'll get it right eventually.