Excerpts from a recent Friday at our house, illustrating life with four boys:
“Ok, Daddy, come on and let me spank you. Bend over.”
“My word! River, no! You don’t throw cereal on the floor!” (A few seconds later) “Tris! Don’t stomp on that cereal!”
“Mom, on my birthday can it be movie day and computer day?”
“Riv went poopoo in the potty chair? Can I see?”
“You two sit down in the middle of the floor, hold hands, and look at each other. Don’t get up ’til I tell you to.”
A great shot of my brother, Joel, and his not-so-little little boy, Corban. I think Corban’s wanting to get up and run around while we were having a gathering. I love Joel’s expression, a sort of calm, collected exasperation.
The backpack is the easiest way to carry River. He’s pretty big now–somewhere around 21 lbs at 7 months old.
The last photo I posted was of River’s first smile.
I thought that I’d post another of his famous smiles. This is what he’s doing most of the time; he’s a very pleasant little fellow.
Or at least, this is the first smile from River which I was able to get a snap of. Sleeping smiles count, don’t they?
He’s settled down into some semblance of an evening schedule, but it’s not one I particularly am crazy about: River’s usually sleeping from right before I get home around 5:30 to about 8 — 8:30. Then he’s awake, eating, and needing to be burped till almost midnight. That means we’re awake until then too, and the sleep deprivation is starting to catch up to me. Ari’s holding up well, though.
Yes, it has taken us a while to announce his name, but that is because it was a long time in coming.
Ari and I have been searching and asking God for the right name for our new baby for almost a week. Finally, last night, the last piece of the puzzle fell into our laps.
Solas is the Irish word for “light”. Also, though spelled different, Solace is an English word for “comfort”. Together, the name means “River of light and comfort”.
When we found that word, we both knew that it was right, and the name was complete. All the other ideas we pitched out.
The Fourth Boy — Finger lickin’ good! from David Dickerson on Vimeo.
In which the new baby boy experience frustration at his appalling lack of hand-to-mouth coördination. He does like them fingers!