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.
I 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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