Payton is doing so much new these days. He squeals, giggles, writhes, holds his breath, thhhhpppppppphhhhhhhs, and grunts (mostly when he's trying to poop). He is more JOY everyday and Paul and I are amazed at how much more we love him every minute. We watch him sleep sometimes. Probably a funny sight to see two parents, huddled over their child's crib, just smiling...at him...at each other....at him. He sleeps just like me(pre-Payton, that is), hard as a ROCK. He purses his little lips together so sweetly and I wonder if he dreams.
We pray over him as he sleeps. How can we ever remember to pray it all? We won't. So we pray that God will take care of anything we forget in our millions of prayers for him.
He is "scootching" a little too. When we lay him on a blanket he will turn himself to get to a toy and try really hard for about 10 minutes. Then he gets really mad and grunts a lot, until someone comes to rescue him. He LOVES his doggie, Wrigley. It's easy to see, already, that they are going to be best buds! She loves him too. He likes to just watch her play on the floor, even when she is oblivious to him. She loves to like his face (yuck) and clean up his spit-up off of the floor (more yuck). Hey, we have a lot to do, so we don't mind. :) She takes good care of him.
He will be 6 months old soon. Where did that half of a year go? I am amazed. It seems like yesterday, I was packing my bags and worrying how my life was never going to be the same again. That's right, stupid girl...it won't. And, PRAISE THE LORD for THAT!
"Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him." Psalm127:3
There is spit-up on my Bible...."Wrigley...."