Caleb’s months 7 and 8

Ok, time’s flying and we’re slow. Here’s a quick post with photos to sate your appetite for pics of the boy… 

 

Caleb prefers to drink water from a glass, has since end of October. And hold the spoon.

skoom, skoom

 nummy spoon

 

He loves the laundry. Will fuss everytime he notices the basement door and begs to go down and see the whirling machines – even if they’re not running.

ah, that's the life

 

He’s reading already. (Actually, it’s the only time he sits still.)

oooh! 

 

Last day he fit in his owl outfit.

hoo me?

 

We dedicated Caleb to God on November 16. We read Psalm 139, which Kirsten adapted:

 

O LORD, you have searched Caleb 

       and you know him.

 

You know when he sits and when he rises;  

       you perceive his thoughts from afar.

 

You discern his going out and his lying down;  

       you are familiar with all his ways.

 

Before a word is on his tongue  

       you know it completely, O LORD.

 

You hem Caleb in—behind and before;  

       you have laid your hand upon him.

 

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,  

       too lofty for me to attain.  

 

Where can Caleb go from your Spirit?  

       Where can he flee from your presence?  

 

If he goes up to the heavens, you are there;  

       if he makes his bed in the depths, you are there.

 

If he rises on the wings of the dawn,  

       if he settles on the far side of the sea,

 

even there your hand will guide Caleb,  

       your right hand will hold him fast.

 

If Caleb were to say, “Surely the darkness will hide me  

       and the light become night around me,”

 

even the darkness will not be dark to you;  

       the night will shine like the day,  

       for darkness is as light to you.

 

For you created Caleb’s inmost being;  

       you knit him together in my womb.

 

We praise you because Caleb is fearfully and wonderfully made;  

       your works are wonderful,  

       we know that full well.

 

His frame was not hidden from you  

       when he was made in the secret place.  

       When he was woven together in the depths of the earth,

 

your eyes saw his unformed body.  

       All the days ordained for Caleb  

       were written in your book before one of them came to be.  

daddy's singing

reading Psalm 139

hey pastor Evan

grammy and me 

 

Uncle Brian came to visit in early December, just in time for both mommy and daddy to get sick. Uncle Bri Bri to the rescue…

yay for uncles

yummy

chilly walk

 

Here’s daddy doing Caleb’s afternoon bottle while mommy’s at work (actually it’s burping time).

burp time 

 

Caleb’s favourite toy this month – stackers! (His favourite part is the demolition part of the stack.)

oh boy!

 

 The little muscle man:

grrr.

hello?

argh!

 

Caleb spent some time as an elf. (His noggin’s too big for the hat.)

 ho ho ho

 

He was quite focused and intent on eating (them were the days). And he’s quite expressive with his feet in the high chair…

yumm!

kickin up the heels 

 

More to come shortly, if we can manage it… 

 

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