Learning and Growing

June 13 . . . more eating . . . umm . . . fermented sweet potatoes

June 14 . . .

June 15 . . . brings exploration

 

June 16 . . . your first sippy cup

June 17 . . .

 

June 18 . . .  Your daddy picked your outfit out today . . . which I thought was appropriate considering it was Father’s Day.

  

June 19 . . .

You weren’t so happy with me . . .

June 20 . . . Nana and Mop’s anniversary . . . but you didn’t see them.  They are on vacation.

Lake Michigan

June 9 brought a baby-wearing Grandma . . .

 

June 10 . . .

June 11 . . .

 

  June 12 . . . a sad day . . . leaving Michigan . . .

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.

An Unusual Friendship

I innocently gave you some morning Tummy Time.  Ruth decided to help.

Ruth promptly received an "aught." She looked slightly offended.

You didn't help matters, looking all cute and innocent.

I guess you won.  Or Ruth got tired of being disciplined.

And so begins Day 227.

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.