We live an extremely blessed and relatively simple life. Do I write this too often? If so, it's because we know these are the days of our lives, and we are so thankful we get to live them the way we do when so many live them with much more difficultly. So often I allow myself to get overwhelmed with my to-do lists, dog hair all over the floors (a new Dyson Animal is on its way to our house!), my hair everywhere (I seriously had forgotten how much hair falls out post baby), and other things that cause my mind to drift from what's really important and what really satisfies. My baby turned five months old today, and he smiles at me every time I look at him. My husband did our taxes last night, does the dishes, loves our kids better than I could ever have dreamed, and adores me. Reese sings all day and has just recently learned she can hold on to my leg while I walk around the house. And what really satisfies me are God's promises that we are lucky enough to read and see daily. Hope in a God who is sovereign and forgiving when I forget to see Him. When I begin to think of all the things I "need" to do, God ever so gently nudges me with His Word, His Spirit, or through others and reminds me to thank Him, glorify Him, and enjoy Him.
So our days around here are full. I begin each one with somewhat of a plan but am asking God to direct each as He wishes as often as I can remember. Some days more things are scheduled than others. Graham wakes up around 7 or a little after, nurses, eats breakfast with Reese and me, plays for a bit and then goes back down for a nap between 8 and 8:30. He's started solids and loves them. Pears, peaches, carrots, and peas. Loves everything so far. If it's an at home day, he takes another nap between 11-1, or we get out and run errands during these hours. Another nap occurs in the afternoon, and just recently, he either goes without a fourth nap or just takes a 45 minute cat nap in the late afternoon/early evening. We all try to eat dinner together around 6, and then Graham has started watching a Baby Einstein or Praise Baby before getting ready for his bedtime routine. He's typically up for an hour to an hour and a half during the day before needing a nap if we are home, and he spends that time rolling from back to belly, getting frustrated when trying to roll to his back, semi-reaching for things, putting his hands in his mouth, jumping in his jumperoo, and watching Reese do whatever she's doing.
Graham has a sweet spirit about him, and he melts my heart on average 24 times a day. He loves attention, and I'm pretty sure he loves his momma. I knew having a boy would be fun.
Here are a few pictures from his fifth month of life.
Can't quite sit up for long.
Hey, cutie.
FIVE MONTHS.
Hands in mouth. I had forgotten how much I love this age.
A baby boy in jeans. I love it.
