George is now rolling all over the place and he is sitting up by himself... and falling over occasionally. He is talking up a storm! His favorite word is "dada". And he likes to bite me. Mostly my face. This is not my favorite.
Glen is still a little stressed at work but he is getting into a groove... kinda. He still doesn't have computers in his computer class so coming up with things to talk about with his Jr. High kids is becoming quite a challenge.
I am still working just as hard as ever. Big changes are coming to the school where I work which will mean more busy work. It also means a lot of training. I wish I could actually go into the office for said training but listening over the phone will have to do.
We spoke in church on Sunday. My jokes ended with the congregation laughing, which, really, was my number one goal. I hope they also learned the importance of family prayer and yada, yada, yada. Glen spoke on music, of course. And he did wonderfully. Everyone sang the closing hymn so his talk was also a success.
I am coming to find that my love for George is growing as he does. However, I don't think this will last forever. I figure one day that love will plateau and then, as he beings to throw tantrums and the like, it will fluctuate one way or the other. But for now, it keeps growing. It's almost painful.
Charlie has become the official baby guarder. He goes to find the baby every morning when he hears him crying. He also lays on the floor the entire time I am feeding, reading, and singing to George when it's time for bed. And he likes to look over into the tub during bath time. And if George is crying very hard, Charlie will cry and howl with him. I'm sure they will be the best of friends someday! You know, as soon as George can pick him up by the ears and carry him around. Best of friends, I tell you!
Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning
1 month ago