One Month Old

Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine

From your head to your toes

You're not much, goodness knows

But you're so precious to me, 

Sweet as can be, baby of mine

Lyrics from Baby Mine, as heard in Disney's Dumbo. The scene in which Dumbo's mother sings this song to him is so incredibly tender and sweet. It keeps coming to mind, so I had to put it here.

Baby H just turned a month old and had his very first bath a few days ago. He did not enjoy it. Below, you can see him in the towel CA ran and got for me. It's a hand towel. But he's still little enough that a hand towel worked.

Look at that dapper fellow! He cleans up good, as they say.

On a completely different note, this photo is from the first day of school. No I don't usually get up and chop fresh fruit before daybreak for our breakfast, but I did that day, and since they were so red and pretty and it was a special occasion, I had to take pictures!

We are stumbling around a bit here in our second week of school, working to understand and figure out what will work and what won't. It's quite the logistical challenge on homeschool days, making sure this one gets taught, and that one's work gets reviewed, and seeing that the other ones stay on track with homework or housework (ha! funny that those words have such different meanings, considering how similar the words are!). Then there's busy-busy CJ and hungry-hungry Baby H.

This stumbling is to be expected. The Lord is helping me not to panic, remembering it just takes time to find what works, and He's helping me live aware that this is a fleeting stage where baby is concerned, so I am not wishing it away! (But oh my, I am tired: can't even remember my own name sometimes!)

I've still been reading A Praying Life by Paul E. Miller and God is teaching me much, changing me, I believe. He's working on my prayer life, but not in the ways I expected. Here is a good quote from the book:

Self-will and prayer are both ways of getting things done. At the center of self-will is me, carving a world in my image, but at the center of prayer is God, carving me in His Son's image.

Pretty much.

You really should read this book. Really.

I sound like Reading Rainbow. But I do mean it. It's gently but powerfully written. I'm both encouraged and convicted.

I thought this scripture from Isaiah complemented the "go and tell it to Jesus" message I'm hearing from A Praying Life.

Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help; who rely on horses; who trust in the multitude of their chariots, and in the great strength of their horsemen, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel, or seek help from the Lord. Isaiah 31:1

I wish I could more fully explain all that God's showing me about prayer, but alas, sleep deprivation has not been kind to my short term memory or to my ability to articulate anything.

Oh! An update! EG's ear is doing GREAT. It looks like we will NOT have to visit the ear, nose, and throat doctor. Thanks be to God!