It was a busy day. At one point Atrain was running around, squawking miscellaneous tunes in his "super hero squad" briefs through the chapel while I practiced a musical number for Sunday. "Come Thou Fount" is my favorite song. But, it is hard to really feel the spirit of the song while you're wondering if fire and brimstone await you in the hereafter for allowing your child to be such a heathen. At least the accident that caused him to run wild in his undies was water (not urine) based. I really do want to go to Heaven.
Jdog is a heavenly baby. But I can hardly call him a baby any more. He's walking. Tonight--during the RS activity and the musical practice, he was doing a lot of practicing of his own. The wide-open halls of the church provide ample room for a budding walker to experiment. Jdog took advantage of it--venturing away from chairs freely with the biggest, proudest smile spread across his face. He toddled his way up to 29 steps.
There is nothing more fulfilling than watching a child--my child--take risks, stumble a few times, but deem the effort a success, nonetheless. I could watch Jdog learning to walk all day long. He doesn't get frustrated with himself. When he gets a little wobbly he steadies his stance or plops down on his behind, then looks up, grins, and charges toward the nearest pull-to-stand object in the vicinity. I should be more like him: peacefully, happily toddling along.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
I want to hear your song. And if letting you child run around in underpants keeps you out of Heaven, you'll find yourself in the company of many wonderful mothers. :)
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