Breaking Free

Josiah is off the bottle for the most part. He went all day yesterday without a bottle or formula. In fact, he had his last bit of formula the night before and I decided I wasn't going to buy anymore. In fact, I don't think I'm going to buy any more baby food, either. He has 6 teeth and will pretty much eat anything you put in front of him . . . including fingers. Watch out! This is a big change from practically forcing Taylor to eat. Unless it is breakfast food or macaroni and cheese, Taylor will try anything to get out of eating. Maybe he'll take some eating lessons from his "little" brother.



I'm also trying to use Josiah's plug (aka pacifier) less than I have been. He smiles and giggles so much that I can't stand to have that thing in his mouth. His face is way more expressive and cuter! So, I've decided he gets the plug for naps and bedtime. So far, I haven't gone back on my decision.



All of these changes are leading up to the big one: Josiah's first birthday. You've come a long way, baby Siah.

One of the cutest babies ever!

The Family Biz

As most of you know, you can not enter our house without some form of music being played. Taylor has had free reign of the piano and drums since he could reach them and pounds on them daily. He's making music, we promise. If he is not playing his instruments, he is singing. He does a rousing rendition of "Jesus Loves Me" and "Old McDonald."

Today, Taylor decided it was finally time to teach his little brother how to play drums. So, he handed Josiah a wooden spoon and a bucket and tried to get him to drum along with him. I was cracking up as he went through how to hold the "drumstick" and told Josiah to "play loud." He even had Josiah's hand and was helping him bang on his drum.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to have some future rock stars on my hands.

The Final Game

He’s been longing for this moment
As he waits at the base
“Send me home, Coach, I’m ready”
“It’s not your time, yet. Wait.”
The ball flew past the batter.
Strike one.
Grandpa tagged up.
“You’re time will come. You’ll save the game.”
“Coach, let me go.”
Strike two.
One last pitch. One last hit. One last chance.
“Now, is your time. “
Grandpa went home with the angels in the outfield.
The final call: Safe!
At home in the arms of the Father.
Good game, Grandpa, good game
You made the final roster

Dedicated to Grandpa Gene (5/24/24-6/1/09)



Grandpa with Taylor and Josiah