a faith observed: Peek-a-boo, roll over

Friday, May 28, 2010

Peek-a-boo, roll over

Gracie rolled over again today, back to stomach. It was very cute. I was changing her so she had her pants off and was lying on the bed, with her sweet, chubby legs in the air, working so hard to hoist her bum over which she finally did. Then she lay struggling to get herself up, face head down on the blanket. I helped her a bit and then she peeped up her cute little head and smiled. She actually rolled over a few months back but I haven't seen any rolling action until today! I realized I have been very slack with tummy time lately and she rarely just lays and plays flat on her back, as she is usually in the bouncer or being carried around. So I must give her more time to practice her skills!

The other gorgeous trick she's doing is playing peek-a-boo. When I play it with her she laughs!

I think a tooth may come through soon. It seems like she's been teething for months now.

And tonight, she tried formula for the first time. I go in for day surgery on Monday morning, so she'll be needing something other than me - I just don't seem to have enough milk to pump enough for her before Monday morning, so we tried formula and she seemed to like it. and so did her brother! who, has been doing very well in the not nursing department the past few weeks. He goes in for a nibble and that's about it. I think we're on the path to weening him - he has another week before he turns three. I laugh to myself and say that Gracie will be weened and toilet trained before Simon gets there!

1 comment:

Marge said...: Yeah!! She is certainly growing up! Glad that she did well with the formula....I will be remembering you in surgery. Love ya, Mom; May 29, 2010 at 11:50 PM

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This is me, a faith observed.

C.S. Lewis writes about the pain of losing his beloved wife, Joy, in his book, "A Grief Observed". In some ways this is my attempt to share my journey through grief and back into life, as the past nine months have been characterized by an immeasurable longing for my beloved father, who died suddenly this past January.

After months of hibernation from the internet, I unexpectedly find myself able to re-begin this blog and connect with my larger community of family and friends. This blog will likely reflect less of the intensity and depth of my pain and more of the simplicity and ordinary joy that keeps my life full - namely days running after our little boy, Simon Pierre. But it is because of the incredible love and presence that defined my relationship with my father, that I feel I can will myself to not just survive each day but to pour that same kind of love and attention onto Simon.

My father was an endless source of strength to me, a pillar of faith. His last words, spoken to my mother as he passed into that which is unseen, "God is good - good all the time", have remained with me through this dark cloud of grief. And when God seems hidden, when justice seems to be losing out, when life is unfair, and when death swallows up the one I most love, I remember my father's words and breathe in this promise, that the God of love is in the process of restoring that which has been destroyed.

And as my father told me in dream I've had since his death, "Look to Jesus. As a father, to point you towards Him is the best gift I can give to you." So here I am, this is me, a faith to be observed.

I hold onto that which is not always seen- the promise of God's goodness, the hope that one day in the promised new heavens and earth- on a grassy hill or a sand covered beach- the lion and the lamb will lie down side by side and I, too, will lie down side by side, next to my father, and we will laugh and laugh until there are no more tears left to cry.