She turned two months on the 7th and then a few days later rolled over. From back to belly and then she returned to her back when she felt "tummy time" was done. I am a little overwhelmed and undone with this quick development. (She has been given the nickname rolly poly)
1. I find it rude she would dare grow up so quickly
2. Can we just do average? None of this crazy early or crazy late development
3. I am super proud of her.
4. I am kinda sad- because I just know how hard her big sister had to work to roll. I mean the child was 9 months and probably 100 therapy hours in before she finally rolled. And it just seems unfair how vastly their lives and development will differ.
But I still am very excited and proud of her.
Two months. Dang. It is going too fast. (Her cuteness kills me!)
And then there is Emmaus.
Getting braver every day. Discovering she can not only walk-but walk quickly. We joke she walks like she has had a few too many adult beverages. And we are so proud of her cute-drunken looking walk. She is changing so much. Doing new things every day.
I have started this routine of every evening sitting her on my lap, holding her tight and telling her what I am proud of from the day. Positive affirmation I suppose-
"I am so proud you ate your lunch" "I am so proud how well you loved Shiloh today" "I am proud you have such empathy for those around you" ect- I think I started this because somedays between the whining, the shuffle to and from school, it is easy to get lost in the craziness of the day.
Emmaus loves this new routine- she knows I am praising her and I see her think about what I am saying.
And last but not least- I am working way too much. And I am pressing in to the dreams God has put in my heart. Pressing into the financial provision I know we need- And trusting that the Lord has gone before me and is already doing work there.