A sequel to this post from Anna’s second month of life.
- The weighted straw? Genius.
- Watching your baby in pain is a ridiculously hard experience.
- Today can be wildly different from yesterday, and still different from tomorrow. It’s a million little moments to depend on God.
- I think I would rather seek and follow God in decision-making, small or large, confident and learning from mistakes, instead of fielding every opinion on the topic and feeling paralyzed or perpetually anxious.
- I want to memorize her voice at this age.
- I’m only 13 months in, and as a friend said recently, “Motherhood is about living open-handed.”
- Pain and harm are not the same thing. Discomfort and crying don’t equal neglect or something I immediately need to fix every single time.
- We’re close to dropping a nap and I’m trying to cultivate in her a lot more time playing alone. This introvert (raising my hand) can’t, and shouldn’t, entertain her for 6 hours.
- Anxiety is a seemingly constant temptation. It’s a choice: do I want to NOT be anxious because of MY own provision and ability or because I trust God and HIS provision and ability? It’s a daily decision.
- How long can I milk the “she won’t remember this” reality?
- I have never asked for wisdom more than I have in the last 13 months.
- It’s really fun to see her trying more ambitious things (tongue often sticking out) — walking up and down the couch, following me through the house on her hands and knees, pulling up at the coffee table — to watch her problem-solve.
Anna Deets: loves to click her tongue, added “g’s” to her vocabulary, wants to stand up 24/7 throwing all her toys down so she can bend down to pick them up (#skills), loves when John pours water over her head in the bathtub, laughs and squeals every time we hug in front of her, has a cute little curl showing up in the back and gets weary quick of riding in the car seat.