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. 

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Day 92: January 17 - 22

Generally, you enjoy a good bath.  But you don’t like having your head washed or having your bath end.  I think you take after me.  I wonder if one night I will find you reading a book while you soak from rough-housing with your brothers earlier in the day.

You probably won’t see many pictures of me because the camera is kind-of “mine,” though your daddy and I share everything. 

But know that I hold you a lot.  And I adore holding you.  I love how you clutch my hair, or my tank top strap, or some piece of my clothing.  I enjoy the little sounds that you make as you munch your your hand that is propped on my shoulder.

Day 93:  January  18

Your bedtime routine is sweet. . . . if I catch you before you yawn the third time.  Gotta watch for the 7-mile stare and the first yawn.

I change your diaper, read you a story, pray for you, and sing “Jesus Loves Naomi.”

 Day 94:  January 19

 

Day 95:  January 20

Day 96:  January 21

Day 97:  January 22