Saturday, May 4, 2024

Levi at Fourteen Months

Our little man is fourteen months old! Levi is such a busy little boy and has entered the era of black and blue.  Having been a girl Mama thus far, I am completely at a loss concerning how many boo boos and accidents he has. This is because he has no fear and dives off of our couches and chairs at his heart's content. At fourteen months Levi is a chatter box and has a vocabulary of over 50 words. Perhaps his favorite words are: Nana (Lena), Mamie (Emmie) and Babie (Phoebe). He says "no no kitty" hundreds of times a day.  His most beloved thing is tractors and we've learned that anything with a wheel is a tractor. He finds them in books, on his jammies, driving by and dreams of them in his sleep.  He loves bubbles and hammers, brooms and shoes.  He will only eat if he can feed himself with a fork. He loves yodeling music and dancing to almost everything, including the metronome. He does not like sleep, grass, high chairs, diaper changes or going inside.  He loves frozen blueberries, meat of any kind and peaches. He is the most high energy child I know. He is learning to count and knows some ABCs and thinks speaking in french is really funny.  He also "blows his nose" but often times it's his ear he is covering.  He is a hoot and firecracke and our darling boy. How we thank God for him.  










 

Catching my breath


April was a whirl of busy days, many of them very normal and some of them especially hard.
As we journey with some who are walking through the valley of the shadow of death, each day can feel like waiting with a heavy burden on your back. We trust in the Resurrection but we still grieve for those we love as we wait for a fully redeemed world and bodies.

We have been busy as beavers finishing up our school year and the girls have loved making ocean lap books and pioneer journals.  We love history so much in our household and these things (dressing up like pioneers and cooking outside) are the things memories are made of. So in spite of the exhaustion, I want to see and remember their faces. I want to remember Levi exploring dandelions for the first time and Phoebe's glee at biking without training wheels, up and down the driveway like a flash of glory. I want to remember how Lena loved to find herbs with me and noticed the chickweed before I did. I want to remember her fairy garden village. I want to remember that Emmie at age 11 was happiest painting or creating her magical paper creations. There is no way around it ,dear friends, this life is hard sometimes and so we press into Jesus, our Rock and our Salvation and hold tight.