Boys Are Messy (but I can't complain)
This morning Behn and I were talking about how we don't like Fridays. By Friday, we're all beat. It tends to be a long, draggy day. Today was no different, really, and then there was a fun little anecdote:
While feeding Baby F a bottle on the floor (with Graham sitting next to me), I noticed the tell-tale smell of baby poop. I flipped him over to discover it was already up his back. At that exact moment, G lunged at F and faceplanted into F's backside. Horrified to see another kid's poo on my kid's face, I grabbed G and cleaned him up. Meanwhile, F crawled around, spreading the mess on the rug and beyond. It ended up being a total clothes-changing blowout. Oh, joy.
But, as far as I know, G is healthy and I cannot complain. Reading this blog changed my perspective on my day. A little 12-month old with cancer. Cancer seems to be everywhere these days. God is in control. Will you pray for this family and baby with me?
While feeding Baby F a bottle on the floor (with Graham sitting next to me), I noticed the tell-tale smell of baby poop. I flipped him over to discover it was already up his back. At that exact moment, G lunged at F and faceplanted into F's backside. Horrified to see another kid's poo on my kid's face, I grabbed G and cleaned him up. Meanwhile, F crawled around, spreading the mess on the rug and beyond. It ended up being a total clothes-changing blowout. Oh, joy.
But, as far as I know, G is healthy and I cannot complain. Reading this blog changed my perspective on my day. A little 12-month old with cancer. Cancer seems to be everywhere these days. God is in control. Will you pray for this family and baby with me?
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