months old! Huh. How does that happen?

Before we get to pics from yesterday and an update on the sophisticated language of slobber that my son is developing, you’ve gotta see these. Oh, the sufferings of a first-born child! (I actually feel very little pity for him, as he’s been burped faithfully since birth, has never had his fingertips clipped along with his nails, and so far has not been allowed to fall off of any high surfaces and onto his head. So far, he’s made out much better than his first-born mother!)

It was Jameson’s first truly winter morning. I’m not sure he’s totally thrilled.

We’ve got way too many toys dangling from his carseat, but it’s hard not to when he loves them so much! Recent achievements include being able to grab the toys ALL BY HIMSELF! Life just got way more entertaining for muffin man.

He laughs and smiles at anyone, and gets totally distracted by people. He hardly cries when he’s at her house — he’s too busy enjoying three kids taking turns almost falling on his head. He doesn’t know that, though. And I won’t tell him.

But the one thing that he always loves is wrestling with daddy — although, after last night, I’m not sure how eager daddy is to play that again!

The play gym is still a favorite “activity,” as is Rufus and his fists; other favorites are Timothy, and this nifty wrist toy that plays a few bars of a classical tune every time he moves his hand. Guess which doting parent brought that one home? (And he’s so cute with Timothy and his other animals — he opens arms wide, gives them a big hug, and then takes a big bite!)

His favorite thing to wear is this pair of shoes. He now can see the colors, and he’ll watch his feet forever when I put them on! Too cute!

And the biggest news: he’s going bald! There is little brown fuzz left behind on his sheets — too funny! It would appear that he’s working on a faux-hawk… we’ll see!

He eats all the time, sleeps enough to get by, and smiles a smile that totally thrills us. He’s our little blessing!

“Every baby is the sweetest and the best,”

says Marilla.

And so I tell my little man, a hundred times a day.

He is the sweetest and the best.

Jameson sat on my lap tonight, happy and “chatty.” He learned a new spit/lip-buzzing technique that he’s quite pleased with, and he showed me every variety he knows. For at least 10 minutes, we just sat and laughed and buzzed and wiped drool (his, not mine!) and loved each other.

We say all the time to him, “I know! Isn’t it so much fun that we love each other?” I think we’re both just so enthralled with the fact that he loves us!

Anyway, we spit and talked, and I mimicked every sound he made, which encouraged him to try more sounds. And I loved it.

He’s my baby. I still pinch myself, almost 4 (!) months later. I spend half my night awake, half my day nursing, the other half changing diapers, and in between play with rattles and buzzing my lips… But somehow, still, I can’t believe this little munchkin is mine.

He’s my little blessing, I tell him. Even though I’m never, ever alone (a fact that is just recently dawning on me), I still wouldn’t trade his company for any alone time, anywhere in the world.

Alone will come soon enough, should Jesus tarry.

Time buzzing lips and laughing with my crinkly-eyed, drooly baby will pass oh-so-fast.

Jameson is officially a little man now, thanks to a coat from friends and a hat from Auntie Sarah. (Mittens are from daddy, and Jameson absolutely loves just staring at them.)

He’s a cheery morning person and always greets me with a smile as soon as his eyes open. I love it! We play for a bit before his bath, which he also enjoys. Yesterday I put him on his tummy, and he actually liked it!

This discovery led to more tummy time later, during which I went a little nuts with the camera — and then couldn’t pick just one picture. I mean, come on. Which one would you be able to leave out?

He’s also starting to enjoy toys a bit more — although I still don’t think he realizes he’s able to move his hands intentionally, he does a lot better at holding onto things by accident! Yesterday I gave him a dog to play with, and then had to photo all of the hugs!

The puppy was a diversion while I quickly sewed up some pillows for his basket.

The adorable baby from the photos is squealing on the floor and would like someone to play with him, so that’s all for now. Maybe I’ll get some Christmas pictures up later. Better late than never, right?

[Edit: they’re up.]

…to write a post for days, but have yet to succeed in finishing it.

This isn’t it.

This is just to say that my baby’s asleep, and I should be, too. But instead, I’m awake and looking at this, and this, and this.

And I would be desperately sad that already my brand new baby has vanished, except that his newly-discovered giggle is the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard. Well, it’s a toss-up, I guess, between the giggle and his very first cry.

I love my baby.

Here’s a good exercise I came across today. I’m opting to answer one question a day for the next month, as there are too many for me to truly ponder in one sitting. Hopefully they will provoke me to an intentional pursuit of God in this new year. It’s far too easy to just roll through the stop sign that we call January and never take inventory or listen for the Voice of my Shepherd.

The second question — my question of the day — asks what supernatural thing I will ask for this year. I was stopped short when I scanned my requests, written down yesterday morning. Huh. Every one of them needs God, but on the other hand, not one of them is truly God-sized.

Salvation, the Holy Spirit whispered. I’m such a wimp. I ask for big things in tiny bite-sized prayers, afraid it’s the only way I’ll ever get what I ask for. But God really can bring salvation to those dear to me, and He can do it this year. Why not ask?

What’s your God-sized prayer? Do your hopes and vision for 2007 reflect, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven?” My dad says to look around you, ask yourself, “If Jesus showed up, what would He do here?”, and then pray that way.

I want to be a part if ushering in the kingdom through prayer.