Dear Asa...

Dear Asa,

You turned one on January 4th! That same day you spiked your very first fever. You were so pathetic... it broke my heart. Thankfully, it only lasted 48 hours and then you were back to your usual self. I cannot believe you are one. In fact, it has taken me almost a month to write you this letter because I couldn't believe that it was true. Where did the time go?

Your birth was easy and you have lived up to your entrance. You have been my "agreeable Asa"... my only complaints were your reflux and your lack of sleep, but now you're sleeping 13+ hours at night and 4 hours during the day and your reflux has vanished. Guess I have no complaints now. ;)

I am so honored to be your mama. You are one smart boy! I can tell. When we pray, you fold your hands and pray too. At devotions, you know to pat the Bible. You have learned how to spit after watching your older siblings (oh joy!) and you can say/sign:

• mama
• dada
• Tucker 
• cookie
• all done
• more 
• ba-ba
• amen 
• Asa (according to the nursery workers at church... I haven't heard this one)

You are a lighting fast crawler and can dart up the stairs or into the bathroom (to play in the toilet) in record time. You have this guilty laugh that you like to do as you are getting into things you shouldn't. I'm glad for that because it alerts me at times when I am distracted. 

If daddy corrects you, you will cry for mama. But, when I correct you, you cry for daddy. See, you are a super-smart boy. 

You are still agreeable asa, but you are beginning to want to do everything your older siblings are doing. If I tell you that you can't jump on the couch, you will fall to ground and cry. I joke that you are saying things like, "why was I even born" -- but you probably aren't... that is your overdramatic mama talking.

You love to eat anything with your six teeth. You can drink from sippy cups and you eat EVERYTHING that is put in front of you. In fact, Havana has nicknamed you an "eating machine." You're favorite toy is the cozy coupe and whatever jonah is playing with. For Christmas, you didn't want any of the 12 month-old toys we got you, but rather you wanted Jonah's Thomas the train set. You brothers are going to have fun as you get older! 

Your nicknames are:

• Asa J. 
• Asa Dude
• Asa Joash
• Asa Jaybird
• Eating Machine 
• Agreeable Asa 
• Mama's Baby (that one is just between you and me).

I adore you. I often catch my breath just watching you. I am so glad God has loaned you to me... I pray that you will grow into your name... a boy who loved the Lord all the days of his life! 

  

The Word is Out...

Coming September 2014! Praising God for this baby's little life!

Night Time Routine.

I was picking up Jonah's toys the other day and noticed that in his closet toy box was his old glow worm. I picked it up and recalled how it used to sleep with it every night and we would push the button and pat his bottom as the music played. When we pushed it a second time... we would walk out.

Two emotions washed over me at this time. One, when did he get so big... so mature... that his baby night time toys have made their way to a closet toy box? He does still have a deep love for his "buddy" which he has always slept with, but still...

The second was I began to think back over all of our bedtime routines. We change it up every 6-9 months, but how quickly am I starting to forget what we would do. For example, for a while with Jonah, we would recite (my memory) the book barnyard dance while patting his back. We would let him touch his baseball photos and run his cards down his track. Havana, we used to read a story, do snuggles, do butterfly kisses, eskimo kisses, and real kisses. Selah we used to sing "Jesus Loves Me" -- now we have moved away from those, but I wanted to write a few of them down while I could still remember them. Time moving forward is glorious and sad all at the same time. I truly love this season of little children.

Watch your feet

Jonah knocked over his firetruck the other day with his feet. I said, "watch your feet, buddy." To which he stopped what he was doing, looked intently at his feet, and said, "I am watching my feet."

Those little moments, when my children take things literally remind me about how innocent childhood is! It truly is magical! I am so blessed to be the mama to four miracles!