After much anticipation and months of waiting. The high chair is out back in its spot and a new baby is watching the world from its seat. Jake likes to chew on things so the silicone ladle was big and colorful and slightly entertaining for a few minutes. The pill bottle is an easy rattle he didn't take to.
Avacado and green beans. He didn't do much with this but he did like pushing it around. There is so much to learning to eat. And they don't make the bibs I used with all my other kids. We got this heavy duty one we shall see how long it lasts. I had forgotten how hard food is on clothes.
He learned to blow a spitty kind of action with his lips. He's so cute. He also got two bottom teeth maybe that's part of the drooling.
And then I have moments like these with these adults completely independent and awesome. And my heart swells enough to make me cry a bit and I'm so so thankful to be a mom. To go from the total dependence that is so hard and long to watching them make the world a better place. To watching them have true joy and happiness. It is so comforting to my soul and wondering if being a mom is worth anything.
My sons. Oh my sons. There have been so many tears for, with, from, and about you. From health concerns- mine and yours, to discipline and correcting you and me, worries and regret and fear for agency there is a lot that goes into raising kids. Yet here they are fun, smart, confident ready to make their own lives. That is so fulfilling. I love these big men. I love that they testify of gospel truth to each other as they learn by experience how generous God is. I love that they share counsel on how to be a missionary, how to work out better, and probably other things I don't hear about. I love how they tease me and yet still love me. I love their strong hugs and the happiness I see in their faces and words. These are good men. And the small one has a great heritage to follow. Life is good.
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