Why I Have No Time To Blog

A lot has happened as of late. Like for instance, it's our 2 year wedding anniversary!

But for Jace.

In a 24 hour time period he...

...learned how to sit up. So refused to lay down to sleep. SO. Fell asleep. Sitting up.

Perfected crawling. So. I can't keep him in one spot any longer. Which is why he did a somersault off our bed. Thankfully, all this activity has kept us as messy as ever and the pile of pillows next to  our bed caught his fall.

Figured out how to stand up in his crib and lean over to swipe at his night stand. Knocking EVERYTHING over. He also won't sleep for the first 2 hours of bed time  because he stands up and can't figure out how to get back down. So he just screams until we get him back down. Then proceeds to stand up again.

Figured out how to use things to pull himself up so he can grab stuff he's not supposed to have. Like in this instance, the video camera.

And when he gets caught, he has the audacity to put on this face. "Wasn't me."

Yea right, kid. I'm onto you. Keep it up and I won't have time for a shower til you're 18.

Little Life Lesson #2

Romans 5:3-5 "And not only this, but ^[c]we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; ⁴ and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; ⁵ and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us."

This is the face of a very determined, frustrated, little boy. He's almost got it. He gets up on all 4's all on his own now and rocks. Back and forth. The object of his affection (usually my cell phone) is within reach but all he can manage to do is rock back and forth. Sometimes, he'll even wake us up in the middle of the night screaming his head off in his crib. On all 4's. Rocking. Back. And Forth.

As a mama, it's sad (and kinda funny) to watch him try so hard and not succeed. I can see it in his eyes, on his eyebrows, in his cry, he just wants to move.The passion is so deep that it overwhelms him when he tries and ends up on his face. But, I know that one day, he WILL get there.

Sometimes I try to help him. I put one hand in front of the other. Alternate knee scooting. But, there is no satisfaction for him in that. I know that once he figures out how to mobilize his own limbs he will be much more satisfied than when his mama does it for him.

So, I'll sit back and watch and wait and pick him up when the frustration is too unbearable.

But soon and very soon, kid. You're gonna fly. And I'll be your loudest cheeleader.

Reminds me of me. And all the times I can't do it. And all the times I want God to just fix all the messes, scoot me forward. But, where is the satisfaction in that? He knows I WILL get there. It's through the trying and falling where the learning happens. Until it all comes together and we see forward motion. It was worth the sweat and tears. It's then that I know He let me go through it for the satisfaction that comes in the end. 

And there He waits.

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