The Splash Park

Day 226 made you curious . . . perhaps overly cautious. 

With hands clutching the sides of your stroller, you surveyed what the other children were doing.

What were they doing?  Dressed in bathing suits . . . yet most of the time there was no water.

Hmmm . . .

You found yourself ready to leave.  But Aunt Nicole and I needed to finish up our prayer requests. 

Teething Bling to the rescue!

A Perfect Start to June

June 1

We went to the splash park today . . . it wasn’t so splashy.

Those precious hands held on tight to your stroller.  I wonder . . . what will the Lord have you craft or hold with those hands?

For now they shall be content to hold my necklace, ushering in your new tooth.

 June 2

June 3  -- the picture is on my phone!

June 4

The Farmer’s Market . . . yard work . . . and a home fellowship cookout.

A busy day that ended with a kiss from Ruth.

June 5

Today is our anniversary.  Your dad and I have been married 12 years. 

 

12 amazing years. 

Naomi, should the Lord tarry, I pray that you meet and marry a man like your father.

A man who loves Jesus . . . leads with a gentleness, studies the Word to discern truth in this life, woo’s you throughout your married years, cherishes you, works unto the Lord, and is steady and faithful. 

A man who is a real man.  A man after God’s own heart.

Like  your dad.  My boyfriend.  My husband.

 (The view from when I nursed you after our bike ride.)

June 6

You are loved.

June 7

It was a big day today.   A day that warranted munching on a hardly used pacifier.

A long awaited moment.  An eruption of activity. 

  

You. Have. A. Tooth.

Please don’t bite me, sweet one.

June 8

A perfect outfit to wear to start eating green beans . . . fresh, local green beans. 

Today, you experienced your first car wash.  And you didn’t cry. 

Too Much Food

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.

So ends Day 225.

Gotta Love the Giraffe

A Vacation Day

Toss the routine to the wind . . . and you end up with a slightly unhappy baby.

However, you had playtime at the gym.  That wasn’t so bad.  When Daddy and I came in to fetch you and your brothers, you and several other babies were sitting in Bumbo’s facing each other. 

It was cute.

Much cuter than your tired mom . . . I’ll have to work up the courage to do another spin class – if I can even walk tomorrow.

Raced home for a nap.

Good nap.

Topped off with . . . . drum roll . . . you figured out how to roll from your back to your belly!!!! 

Yea, maybe when you roll over in your sleep now, you won’t be so upset.  I may not have to give you a “mercy flip” for much longer.

Good meal . . . that didn’t come out so nice this evening.

Canoeing at Fort Ben with friends.  Hot.

Quick bath. 

Ahhh . . . sleep for you.

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.

Sunshine and Ice Cream

You slept. 

Outdoor service that was indoor.

Mops holding you.  You distracting those behind him.  Youth kids . . . especially the boys . . . totally digging your gumming of your grandfather’s shirt. 

Baptisms. 

Two important ones:  Daddy and Asher.

Picnics.

Nap-less naps.

An ear cleaning with hydrogen peroxide.

Family date night.

Ice cream.

Brother.

Brothers love.