My dream come true

Ever since finding out we were indeed pregnant again (with Luke- not pregnant now!), I dreamed of bathing my babies together. I knew I had to wait until Luke could sit, which, like all physical things for my kids, took longer than anticipated. So, he sat here in Scotland and we only have a shower with a plastic container in the bottom for a "tub." Needless to say, very little space for one child, mush less two. However, Luke LOVES his baths and Rebekah has been dying to get in with him, so I threw caution to the wind and this was the awesomeness that followed:



There was a lot of bathing of "Little Man" or "Little Buddy," complete with "Thanks, Buddy. That was very helpful." Praise the Lord he is a lot tougher than she is in the bath. In fact, R just struggles with things on her face- she HATES water in her eyes and even is finnicky about pulling shirts over her head. Recently, she has begun to say, "Thank you for being gentle and not hurting me, Mommy" after I dress her...sigh...

Luke and his new pal, Asher, aka Dasher (Rebekah hears me say Hannah and Asher, so she runs it together and calls him Dasher). Do not notice that though the same age, Asher is crawling, pulling up, and almost walking, with twice as many teeth...instead look at my sweet boy grinning at me. :)


He may not do much, but he sure sleeps well! Now that we've dropped the 3rd nap, Luke is a rock star at night and in most of his naps (Andrea, note the word "most" and 8:30am was very late for him, too!) We've also quit the reflux meds and dropped to 2 bottles- he is not a fan of that last one, but he's hangin' in there.

This was prior to me waking him from a 2 hour nap after 13 hrs at night...funny little kid- soooo me in soooo many ways!! Seriously, I think he takes after me in a good number of ways. Time will tell.

Long story short, Rebekah inadvertently got led into big church with the other kids for a baptism. She was delighted to see us in the balcony and yelled "Daddy!!!" with a big wave during the christening. She checked in evry few minutes and we heard some loud "She's crying!" (referring to the baby being baptied) and "I am being quiet!" The sweetest thing ever was Josh leaning over to me (we were both in a fit of giggles) and saying, "We get to take her home." Great words, Josh.

She also interrupted my Bible study yesterday by saying, "But I want to talk to you..." I immediately scooped her up and stopped what I was doing. I had been reading about Jesus and the children- it seemed the right thing to do! She asked me to read it to her, which i did. She then got down and started her own Bible study, even drawing the people she had just heard about. :) My prayer is that she will associate Bible study with a loving Savior and a tender Mommy, like I did growing up with my mom.

I bought some raisins for Luke- fun finger foods that will loosen his bowels, if he's anything like his sister. Unfortunately, tho she loves them, if she eats too many raisins, she poops for days! She was not impressed with my explanantion that Buddy need to poop as much as possible and she does not. They might make her tummy hurt. her solution, "Well, let's find some raisins that don't make my tummy hurt! Can you look, Mommy? Can you check?" How do you say no to that? Fortunately, Luke hates raisins, so we are rationing them to her- fingers crossed.

Last one and then I'm off for bed- we were reading a children's Bible about Adam and Eve and she realized they were "in trouble." She whispered, "Did God pop their bottoms?" Unwisely, I said "yes" (since she had already had 2 for defiance). She looked at me, astonished, wide-eyed, and whispered again, 'But they're big people." I said, "Well, God expects to be obeyed." You can't get much by her.