To Watch Them Grow

A new favorite writer of mine wrote in her last post, "Mamas memorize moments." So true. Oh the depth of what the Lord's mother, Mary, must have memorized! The moments she must have treasured, tucked deep into her heart. Sometimes I wonder if Christ couldn't help but love her just a little bit more than the rest of us--after all she was His mother=)

Anyhow, life around here has swung into full gear like it normally does after Chick-fil-A Seminar. We are battling what I hope to be the last of snotty noses and ear infections in hopes of the healing of spring and warmth and sunshine just around the corner....any day now...any day. Joey takes off for a guy's trip to ski in Montana before he hits another semester hard at the grind of store and school and father and husband. I'm so proud of him...there are no words. I turn 30 this month--another decade looming ahead with as much promise if not more than the last. Oh the adventures I'm sure we're about to have!

In the meantime, Savannah is forever surprising us. She is daily losing her toddler features and speaking and acting more like a little girl. But she still loves to be hugged and held and thrown into the air....so I laugh and smile and play Playdough and paint the kitchen table with watercolors instead of cleaning the house because these days will be gone too quickly.

Just the other day, she decided she wanted some juice and apparently the babysitter wasn't moving fast enough for her, so she simply did it herself. She got a stool. Picked out a sippy cup because it was "a coot one" (so she said.) She found the matching lid and inserted the little piece correctly into the lid that keeps the cup from leaking. Moved her chair to the fridge where she then filled her cup with water and properly screwed on the lid herself. Are you joking me?!?!?! She's 2 people!

Weston, well Weston is as laid back and predictable and delectably chill as ever. He still spits up all over everything all the time, so I'm praying the child doesn't develop a complex from people telling him how gross he is in disgust, but so far he doesn't seem to mind. He's wiggling his way around all over the floor these days. How? I'm not quite sure because he doesn't roll from front to back, only back to front, and he definitely doesn't crawl, but he's strong as an ox, so it's some form of just brute strength wiggling and maneuvering and rolling back and forth that gets him all over the floor. He's so observant. He doesn't miss a thing that's going on around him, and he loves to study objects at length. At his six month appointment (actually at seven months) he was the average length of a 10 month old while weighing that of a 12 month old, so he's had to go on a small diet--less solids and more liquid. Overall, he's just a happy baby, and I am so blessed to call him son.

So that's a quick family update. Nothing terribly new going on, but thought it's been a while=) Happy St. Patrick's Day!