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Theo is 2 Months Old!

Okay, so Theo isn’t exactly 2 months old. I would have to be waaaaaay more on top of things that I currently am to be that exact. But, with the whole 6 kids to care for (and feed! why must I always give them all the food?!), I’m going to call 4 days “late” pretty good. Either that, or we’re just going to say that I’m reeeeeeeeeally early for his 3 month pictures. And–let’s be real—no lady with half a dozen children is ever early to anything.

ANYhoo, calendar semantics aside, Theo is 2 months-ish, and so it’s time for me to show you the mandatory cute pictures. I really loved the way his one month fancy camera pics turned out, but this month (and probably every month hereafter), we’re back to the grainy cell phone pics.

Good thing he’s got the best smile in the history of ever to make up for the low picture quality.

happyboycollage1I mean, seriously, how could we care about blurriness and the fact that his outfit is on backwards (which I kind of love because he is our little caboose right now) when there is so much sweetness in six little squares?

The best of the bestest parts, though, is that these pictures are accurate representations of this little boy 95% of the time.

Theo is a dream baby. He naps, he smiles, he eats, he poops, he cycles his little hands and feet through the air, he snuggles, he snores (seriously, it’s adorable, but he’s loud), he giggles (yup, straight up), he coos on command (especially for his daddy), he sleeps all night, and he just generally brings so much joy to our family that I sometimes just stare at him and think, “What did we ever do without you, kid?”

God is so, so gracious to me. This would be just as true if Theo were colicky and sickly and grouchy. It would be true if he projectile vomited on me 10 times a day and never slept a wink at night.

(Although, emotionally, I might not “feel” the truth as deeply; thank the Lord that truth is truth, regardless of our emotions).

But I never want to take a “good” baby for granted. I never want to think, “Well, of course he’s good. That’s what I deserve.”

Because it’s totally not.

I can only say that “every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”

And I am so thankful for the good and perfect gift that is Theo.

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Theo is 1 Month Old!

Today, this little stud is…

It’s craziness. Truly. I know that, usually, when time feels like it’s flying, you’re supposed to say something like: on the one hand, it feels like it’s been forever, but on the other, it feels really fast.

Nope. It just feels fast. If I were to respond without thinking to the question: “When was Theo born?” I’d probably blurt out: “Last week.”

Apparently, this is life with 6 kids. I’m going to blink a few times, and he’ll be handing me a grandchild to hold (yipes!).

In exactly twenty minutes (at the time of my writing this), Theo will have been on this air-breathing earth for precisely one month. Cue: brain explosion.

In the past 4 weeks, there have been moments of absolute chaos (the night all of the “big kids” came back from my mom’s house was a fiasco. It thunder-stormed. No one slept. The 4-year-old got so upset that she peed on me…at 1 in the morning. As soon as one kid got settled down, another started shrieking. And I remember staring bleary-eyed at Shaun somewhere in the vicinity of 3:45 AM and understanding exactly what that shell-shocked look in his eyes meant, no words needed). Exhaustion too. And “peed on” has been a bit of a theme, actually. But an even bigger theme is joy.

And I wouldn’t trade any of it (okay, I might have traded the moment I realized that I had leaked all through my shirt–thank goodness for baby carriers to hide the stains–in the middle of a Dallas mall on Theo’s circumcision day).

Theo is an absolute doll. Happy and easygoing. Super-interactive. Sleeping well (although, at 5 hours a night, he’s way behind the curve for most of his siblings, who slept through the night by month one…try not to hate me too much). SMILING. Since week 1. No lie.

Want proof?


These are shots I shared from week to week on my Instagram feed (if you want the latest and greatest #Theobaby shots, following along there is your best bet), and it’s hard for me to fathom how different he looks from day-to-day. You’d think I’d be all jaded with this baby business by #6, but I honestly don’t think I’ve ever wanted one of my children to just stay little as much as I do for him.

I’ll write a post soon(ish) in more detail about what life with six is like, but for now I thought I’d just bombard you with a few more shots of Theo at one month (because this is the first time since week one that I’ve actually gotten my act together to take any pictures with my big-girl camera. And that right there is proof-positive that he’s Baby #6, amiright???).


I didn’t manage to capture a full-on smile before he got tired of posing for me, but he’s been sharing his cute little crooked, open-mouthed, wrinkly nosed grin with us since practically week one (at first, I couldn’t believe it, but he’s never stopped, so I’m calling LEGIT!) onemonth2

Della insisted that I include this one because, “He’s holding his fingers up for how old I am!!!!” (insert super-high-pitched squeal of excitement). onemonth3 onemonth5 onemonth7

Ack! Isn’t he the cutest? (Not that I’m biased or anything).

There’s a fair chance that I won’t post another update until he’s six-months-old with the way time is slipping by, but I couldn’t resist sharing a bit of his wonderfulness with you guys.

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