Just Fits

One of the things I have often thought about since Janey Kate was born, is how my kids always seem to "just fit."

Newborns, all curled up, just fit all snug and warm on my chest.
They grow a bit and start to stretch out and yet, they still just fit.
They start to sit up and ride on my hip and they just fit.
They become toddlers and run around but they crawl up on my lap and that little head still just fits right below the chin.
Next thing you know, they are getting busier and busier but they curl up beside you and tuck in that head and they just fit as they listen to a story.
Taller and taller they grow, but they walk up for a hug and their head still just fits right between the shoulder and your neck...

but yesterday, yesterday, my Lizzy stands in front of me and what do I find...she no longer fits...not even tucked under my nose....



I was out walking tonight and had my ipod on shuffle and Home by Nicol Sponberg came on. I have thought about the line "What is it like to sleep on the chest of the King of heaven and earth" quite a bit while holding Janey Kate curled up on my chest and been comforted by the thought of Knox curled up on the Father's chest and knowing there is no better place. Tonight, though, it hit me. We always fit. We always fit right there on the Father's chest where we find grace, hope, truth, comfort, and eternal life. We can't grow too tall. We can't move too far away. We can't become too independent. We always "just fit."

Things to Remember

A Conversation with Creed

me: I love you!
creed: I love you too!
me: Are you my favorite 3 yr old?
creed: Yes! I am!
me: will you give me a kiss?
creed: No, I cannot!
me: why not?
creed: I gave you one last night when I was borned.

Creed feeding Janey Kate a bottle for the first time, pleased as punch, and saying she was his best girl.

Janey Kate sitting herself up for the first, second and third time. The priceless look on her face when she realized what she had done.

Janey Kate crawling for the first time.

My almost 14 year old, Anne Michal, telling me that she can't wait until her baby sister can share a room with her.

When you have a Lizzy

she'll make you a really cool play mat

and even give you crayons and let you draw on it.

She'll make you a pretend car to drive on a ribbon road.
and use straws for woods and bridges
and muffin cups for houses.
she'll even let you use it to make snack time more fun.
putting peanuts along the road and in the houses
so you don't get too hungry while traveling.
Everyone needs a Lizzy.

June 2011 Book Log

The Whisperers by John Connolly

Unnatural Exposure by Patricia Cornwell

Dandelion Fire by N.D. Wilson

According to Plan by Graeme Goldsworthy

Smooth Stones by Joe Coffey

A Meal with Jesus by Tim Chester

Note to Self by Joe Thorn

A Billion Bootstraps by Philip Smith

Selfish Reasons to Have More Kids by Bryan Caplan

The Pleasures of Reading in An Age of Distraction by Alan Jacobs

Winding Down for Bed

in a rather unconventional way...
here and here

A Creed Funny

Earlier today I asked Creed when the last time he went potty.

He puts his finger up in that Creed sort of way, and says "Thursday."