Organically Grown

I was just getting ready to feed you your new favorite food, green beans.  But I decided it might be wise to take your picture prior to eating.

Because to compliment your green beans . . . cherries.

 

And you are modeling your new onsie from Organically Grown.  I didn’t want to mess up such a cute shirt. 

Thankfully it survived your meal.  Your organic meal.  How appropriate.

Enjoying Your Meal

By the way . . . feeding you 4 cubes of food is not a good idea.  Combine that with nursing before bed . . . your belly simply isn’t that big.  I don’t know why I didn’t listen to common sense. 

However, your body worked as God designed it to.  Which in turn, made the washing machine work.

May 31

Like your siblings . . . you like to talk.  I caught you midsentence.

Meet Geoffrey, the most expensive chew toy I have ever bought.

But you like him.  Your brother’s like him.  Ruth likes him.

A Little Running Water

As God has been bathing the earth, so I immersed you today.  You stared in the mirror, with a firm hand gripped around my fingers . . . making it a little difficult to bathe you.

You present touch just made bath time last longer.  And I have no problem with that.

You are already growing up too fast.

Day 219 – Mamma was over.  She properly oogled over you and proclaimed you all things gorgeous.  I agree. 

I think you are like a daily vacation.

Except when you don’t sleep.  But even then, I still love you.

By the way, you had bananas today, mixed in with your carrots and avacado. 

Maybe Jumping will Help You Sleep – Not!

Your naps are consistently longer than the chunks that you sleep during the night.

No fair. 

It’s like you know that if you cry at night, I will be in such a coma that your cry hits the automatic button in my brain that propels my feet to the floor and my body into action. 

Please sleep tonight.  Can we only get up 1 time  . . . even 2 times?  I won’t complain. 

Jumping.  You are like Tigger.  (Not that you know who Tigger is.)  The boys like you vertical rather than horizontal.  Meaning they beg me to put you in the jumper. 

I think it makes them think you are playing toys with them.

And so ends Day 218.  Daddy fed you dinner while I took the boys and the dog for a walk.  You ate 2 bowls – asparagus and carrot with chicken stock.

A Face for Each Food

While I was making baby food, Little Miss Naomi was hanging out. 

Jumping. 

But mostly eating her toys.  I think she was hungry.

Yet delighted.

Which do you think she likes better?

Asparagus?

or Sauerkraut juice?

 

Day 217