8 Months
Holy cow. Can't even believe it! Wow this little girl is a growing...seriously just love her. She sees you and melts, literally melts. Her smile widens and she just seems content to be staring into the eyes of someone who loves her.
Here are some of the things she has been up to this past month:
Here are some of the things she has been up to this past month:
- Full out army crawl (still no knee crawling)...she kinda looks like a fish who is outta water.
- Is eating anything she can put in her mouth. Mac n cheese is her favorite, cereal bars, veggies (although she doesn't really dig those), cheerios, soda crackers, toast, bananas, meatloaf, etc. Loves. Food.
- Still smitten by her big brother...
- Still hates grass...
- Starting to turn her over to the bottle completely. Somewhat sad that it didn't work to go back to nursing but feeling glad that I was able to do it this long...
- Sitting up on her own. (This happened middle of the month)
- Screamed "Mom" at a Titus meeting two weeks ago...cracked me up.
- Clapping this past week.
- Says dada and mama...but says mamma more. :)
- Starting to sleep more through the night...goes down about 7 and doesn't get up til 4:00 or so. Eats and goes right back to sleep til about 7:30 or so.
- Went to the Waterpark for the first time. She LOVES the water. She just loves life...
And I love this girl. :) God has blessed us with both of our children...what pure. gifts.
I have to write this because I don't want to forget it. My job hits me with many things, mostly amazing experiences of living life with great coworkers and amazing students. Most days I leave my job going, "How can I really be getting paid for this?" Its hard to put words on something that can be so fulfilling...
And even though I get to celebrate joys with students, I sometimes walk with them through struggle and yet I feel privileged to hear and be a part of their lives in such an intimate way. I hear stories of break ups, abuse, mental illness, death, divorce, abandonment, etc. I know that having faith is the only thing that allows me to enter into these sacred spaces of companionship with them...without a God who opens His arms to carry these burdens I would not be able to do this work.
And over time-my heart has shifted. I used to only think about how much all of these things effects the students I work with, how past hurts have made them who they are today, how it has shaped who they will become...but now...when I hear students talk about past hurts, it's a both/and...I think and care about them...but I also hear their stories through the lens of having my own children.
After a recent night of hearing a difficult story that a student had gone through I came home from work. I grabbed Addie out of her crib...and I cried...for about 20 minutes. I cried for the pain that children in this world experience that is so UNJUSTIFIED. For the innocence that is lost on kids who have no choice...for people who take advantage of the voiceless. And I looked down at this little child, this beautiful little girl, wrapped in my chest, cuddled in-so secure...and I prayed... I prayed that God would protect all children, that He would especially watch over these two little ones that He has entrusted to me...that I could trust Him to do so...AND that they will somehow remain a bit sheltered from some of these evils that destroy.
Truth is I know I can't control that...but I pray it everyday. And I'm so incredibly thankful for the little family we have, for a husband who loves like I could have never imagined, for the richness of extended family and friends, for two kiddos who have changed our world, and for a God who would privilege me with the honor of loving these them.
I have to write this because I don't want to forget it. My job hits me with many things, mostly amazing experiences of living life with great coworkers and amazing students. Most days I leave my job going, "How can I really be getting paid for this?" Its hard to put words on something that can be so fulfilling...
And even though I get to celebrate joys with students, I sometimes walk with them through struggle and yet I feel privileged to hear and be a part of their lives in such an intimate way. I hear stories of break ups, abuse, mental illness, death, divorce, abandonment, etc. I know that having faith is the only thing that allows me to enter into these sacred spaces of companionship with them...without a God who opens His arms to carry these burdens I would not be able to do this work.
And over time-my heart has shifted. I used to only think about how much all of these things effects the students I work with, how past hurts have made them who they are today, how it has shaped who they will become...but now...when I hear students talk about past hurts, it's a both/and...I think and care about them...but I also hear their stories through the lens of having my own children.
After a recent night of hearing a difficult story that a student had gone through I came home from work. I grabbed Addie out of her crib...and I cried...for about 20 minutes. I cried for the pain that children in this world experience that is so UNJUSTIFIED. For the innocence that is lost on kids who have no choice...for people who take advantage of the voiceless. And I looked down at this little child, this beautiful little girl, wrapped in my chest, cuddled in-so secure...and I prayed... I prayed that God would protect all children, that He would especially watch over these two little ones that He has entrusted to me...that I could trust Him to do so...AND that they will somehow remain a bit sheltered from some of these evils that destroy.
Truth is I know I can't control that...but I pray it everyday. And I'm so incredibly thankful for the little family we have, for a husband who loves like I could have never imagined, for the richness of extended family and friends, for two kiddos who have changed our world, and for a God who would privilege me with the honor of loving these them.
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