Six Months Old

On July 26th, Ezra turned six months old.

On that very day, he decided that it was time to learn to sit up and crawl. It is a commando crawl, kind of a scoot across the floor. If we attached a dry swiffer to his belly, he could clean the whole house. He had been sitting up a bit, but falling over, but on the 26th, he got the balance thing down.

A week later, his first tooth broke through! He also started conversing with us during his sixth month. A conversation goes something like this:

Ezra: "Da. Da. DAAAA."

Corrie: "Da da da?"

Ezra: "Da. Da."

Isaiah: "Ezra say da da. Ezra say da da."

We're pretty smart people over here.

This was probably the fastest six months of my life.

Isn't he charming?

Yes. This post is late. Forgive me.

Happy Birthday Mom

Happy Birthday to my Mom.

In this picture, she is 30, but as of August 30th, she is 60!

We are so thankful for you, Mom.

I thought about writing 60 things about Mom for her birthday,

but I think it's better to go with 6.

1. My Mom had my brother and I 20 months apart. I did not realize what an incredible accomplishment this was until recently.
2. Mom cooks the BEST turkey and dressing on the face of the earth. Really. There is nothing better. Mmmm. I can taste it right now.
3. Mom is a machine. She can clean the whole house in under two hours and it will be spotless. She cleans my house every time she comes to visit, and I am always grateful.
4. When I told mom I wanted to spend a year in China, she said "great!" But she sent me a package every week and prayed for me every day. She is supportive, but also loving.
5. Mom has such a big heart. I am so grateful for the way she opened our home to migrant families when we were growing up. Her compassion has shaped me.
6. Mom is an amazing grandmother (MeMa). She loves her grandkids so much and they love her right back.

Mom, we are so glad you were born! Happy 60th birthday!

Breakfast Time

5:53 a.m.: "Mommy, is it time for breakfast?"
"No. Not yet. Go back to sleep, please."

5:56 a.m.: "Mommy, is it time for breakfast?"
"No. Not yet. Go play with toys in your room."

5:59 a.m.: "Mommy, can you please get the toys down?"
I go, get the toys down, and go back to bed.

6:10 a.m.: "Is it time for breakfast?"

Grumble, grumble. You get up. No, you get up.

We both get up. It is time for breakfast.

(This is every day. Don't talk to me if you sleep past 6:15 a.m. Ever.)

One day...

Isaiah has been learning a lot about time. You know... past, present, future.

For the past, he says "this morning." Whether it was yesterday, last week or last month.

But lately he's been thinking a lot about the future. Here are some things he's said lately:

"One day I'm going to be a gorilla."

"One day I'm going to have a sister."

"One day I'm going to have another brother."

"One day I'm going to go to China."

"One day..."

I'll keep you posted regarding which of these predictions come true.

P.S. I have taken a break from blogging. I think I'm coming back now. Don't criticize. It's my blog, after all!