So we left off at Merry Christmas here. Christmas was sweet and quiet. On Christmas Day we actually celebrated Keagan's birthday at Grandpa B's. My Keagan Michael Burkey is 11. Last night in church he leans over and whispers to me," How do you spell Michael." I almost laughed out loud. Poor kid suddenly realizes he really should know how to spell his whole name. I didn't tell him how that when he was born I named him without actually ever realizing that a is before e in Michael. Hehe! Should I even tell him? I mean, why discourage a kid like that telling him he gets his handicaps honestly? :) In reality, he's not really struggling too much IQ wise. He decorated his own cake. He does a new experiment every day. His brain never quits. I want to stop him right at this stage. Before he reaches the deep waters of teen life and all the questions of life. This is what it's ...