Wrestlin' and The Claw

Gabe loves wrestling with his daddy. 

Every evening when Matt gets home Gabe makes one of two requests: 

"basketball Jones daddy?" or "wrestle daddy?"

And when the wrestling is done....

in comes Mommy with the Claw.

The Claw is compliments of Uncle Matt.

I won't even attempt the "Jaq di day,"

that is all up to Uncle Matt.

Watching Gabe and Matt wrestle.... takes 2nd place as the highlight of my day.

The true highlight? 

Listening to Matt pray with Gabe before bed.

Books and Thoughts

Last weekend I read Infinitely More by Alex Krutov and Jackie Davis.

Today I read the first 3 chapters of Jen Hatmaker's 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess.  I'm sure I'll finish it by the end of the weekend.  Unbeknown st to my awesome husband, I'm thinking I (we) may be taking up some of her challenges.

Both books are great reads.  And convicting.  Very convicting.

Matt and I have been talking about the need for us to do something.  Something that matters.  Something more than just the day-to-day life we've been living. 

The nutrition center in La Libretad continues to play into my thoughts on a regular basis.  How can we fill the bellies of more children that are going to bed hungry tonight?

I feel like I'm in one of those places where God is nudging me forward, but I'm just not sure what we're stepping forward into. 

Song for a child

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing and butter the bread, Sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo). The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo. Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue? (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

~Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

This little boy...

... is getting bigger everyday. So even though the housework calls, I prefer to play basketball, build with blocks, fingerpaint and color, read books in tents and make Thomas and Toby race through an obstacle course. The cleaning and laundry will be here tomorrow, but Gabe he changes each and every day. Gabe and I are going to make the most of the time we have together!

Just A Glimpse

Into Gabe's Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Gabe goes to physical therapy on both Tuesdays and Wednesdays.  You would think that he wouldn't be excited to be there every week considering physical therapy is really hard work but he loves it.  Gabe absolutely adores Miss Leslie, loves to practice walking, going through obstacle courses, learning balance and trunk control while bouncing on exercise balls.  Of course, the incentive of swinging at the end of therapy is a great incentive for cooperation [Smile].

We are so proud (like insanely proud) of Gabe and how hard he works at therapy.