Nalani is the fifth of our six children. She has three tough older brothers who love playing with lightsabers and jumping on top of each other.
She has an older sister who last wore a dress during the Clinton administration.
And yet somehow, some way, Nalani has become the girliest girl you'll ever meet.
When everyone in her class dressed up for Halloween, most kids dressed as witches, superheroes or other kinds of scary creatures.
Well, as you can see in the picture below, almost everyone...
You can always count on Nalani to dress up as a princess or an angel.
What a wonderfully girly girl!
Of course, Halloween means Happy Birthday to Malia...
Our littlest girl is another year older and had a grand old time opening her presents...
But when we looked closely at the pictures we took from that day, we noticed an unusual commonality to Malia's expressions...
Look a bit more closely...
Yes, for some strange reason, Malia thinks she's Michael Jordan...
She just kept sticking her tongue out!
There's probably some deeply rooted psychological reason why, but after six kids we've stopped trying to figure those things out.
Our five younger children had a great time walking through the neighborhood collecting candy...
But the sweetest treat of all for David was a Red Sox championship...
Neither Cari nor I are particularly big fans of baseball, but David became fascinated when he was sitting in the waiting area of a barbershop a few years ago. The Red Sox were on the TV and he was hooked - he quickly became a loyal citizen of Red Sox nation.
I went to college in the Boston area and lived through the Bill "You-Mean-We're-Supposed-To-Pick-Up-Ground-Balls?" Buckner affair. I saw first hand the birthright of every Red Sox fan to approach the brink of greatness only to be disappointed time and again.
The strange thing is that David only knows the Red Sox as champions. First 2004, then 2007. In the four years he's been old enough to understand the game and be a fan, his team has two World Series victories.
I can almost hear David now. Curse? What curse? And what's a Bambino?