Outfit change

Nothing spectacular here other than we changed him out of the newborn jumpers and put him in a long-sleeved, blue onesie and immediately all of us (Katherine, her mom, and I) remarked at how handsome he looked in dark blue... just like his dad... which is me.

Anyway, here are some candid photos of my squirmy boy. Enjoy!

Not quite ready to walk.

I whole-heartedly believe that Lyla is able to walk, but she just isn't ready yet. She walks just fine, in fact quite enthusiastically, so long as she's holding on to someone's hand. It doesn't have to be two hands either, we went for quite the stroll the other day with her holding my one hand (it was totally one of those "Oh my! She's growing up so fast!!" moments). I have mixed feelings about her walking, I'm excited because she's so close and I think it will be slightly easier for her to get places without having to crawl or be carried. On the other hand, my baby is growing up so fast!! We've been looking through our over 2000 pictures we've taken of her and Katherine and I repeatedly say, "Remember when she was so little!" or "Who's that tiny baby?" or "I can't believe she was that small!"

The other day I was folding laundry and there were a bunch of her pajamas in there. She wears size 18 month because she's so long. Well, Katherine had put this old pair in that were size 3 month and the difference in size was drastic. They grow so fast.

Anyway, here are videos of Katherine and me trying to coax the little girl to walk. Enjoy!

Lyla's new word

Our routine most nights is: a little before 8 pm, Lyla and I head upstairs for "night night." She usually waves (not necessarily to anyone) as we say "night night" as we're going up the stairs. We go into her room, turn the lamp on low and grab her pajamas and a diaper. We then head into the bathroom where I was her face, hands, and feet, change her diaper, pretend to eat her hands and feet, and put on her pj's. We then say "night night" to Lyla in the mirror, then I lean her down so she can switch off the bathroom light. We say "night night bathroom", "night night hallway", "night night stairs", and "night night door". Then we sit in her chair and give her a bottle.

Every night, as she's eating I pray for her. I pray that God will pour his grace upon her, that she would know him, that she will lead a life of love and obedience to him and that he would be glorified in her life. I pray for wisdom, humility, love and patience as parents. I pray for protection, health, and growth. I pray for our family and the different people in our lives. I then thank God for his grace and mercy, his love, his Spirit, and his Son. And then I say "amen".

Some nights I finish before she does, some nights she finishes before I do. I then burp her, and then lay her in my arms. I say "night night", carry her to her crib, tell her I love her and set her in with her bear.

Tonight she finished her bottle a little before I finished praying so I wiped her mouth and sat her up as I finished my prayer by saying, "... and thank you for your Son, and it's in his name we pray. Amen."

And tonight, for the first time ever, Lyla replied (clear as day) "Ah-men."

God is amazing.

Get Well Soon, Aunti Jessi!

Lyla just wants to say thanks for the awesome new monkey pj's! And we all hope all parts of recovery go quickly and well!