But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him and his righteousness with their children's children . . . Psalm 103:17

Saturday, July 20, 2013

It's 9:15 Saturday morning

. . . and three of the five are crying because they "feed" off of each other emotionally and behaviorally, and Gracie decided that although she's exhausted a nap is not on her list of priorities. So Marcie is standing in her crib doing protest duty as well, and Seth is rolling around with his eyes closed, managing an occasional "word" or two on the subject. Things are quieting down quickly, thank God.

David and Will are either snoozing away or playing contentedly in their cribs. They are much the better sleepers.

So this is what I caught David doing this morning:

He did end up falling, but I was right there to catch him. So much for my grand plan to push the play house/garden up against the table to try to minimize gratuitous pulling down of the other toys! David is nothing if not determined.

Marcie is a charming but "brutish" little girl, plowing through everything in her path, taking anything she wants, flashing a three-toothed grin whenever she's noticed, and definitely not as cautious as David when planning and executing her moves. She falls a LOT. So if I had seen her doing this I would have had to run for her and not the camera! [We keep the camera right on the counter so we can catch moments as they happen for this reason.]

Ah, silence in the nursery. It's 9:23.

As an aside, we were given everything in this picture. Isn't the Lord GOOD to provide abundantly all the toys we could ever "need" and more?! And another box arrived this week; we're saving it to take on a Peterson family trip to Arkansas so the kids can enjoy new (to them) toys during their 5 days there. Thank you, Trevillian Family! I loved the enclosed colored picture, too. :)

I have to smile wryly when I look at our toys and think of the sticks and stones and seed pods and bush knives the kids in the villages of PNG play with. Toys there get filthy and broken almost immediately, but a bush knife is forever. 

Okay, I have to qualify that last statement so you don't think I'm being mean. They do indeed let their small children play with large knives (much to the chagrin of our clinic staff) because they will use them for the rest of their lives in various tasks required for living in their environment. It's mostly subsistence farming there. Also, the kids make really cool jungle toys out of the seed pods and sticks - mini "cars" are a common construction. I remember Isaac asking a Papua New Guinean kid to make him one, he thought they were so cool!  

We sure are looking forward to returning to PNG, so deeply appreciate prayer that Seth's eating would take off. His gag reflex seems to be so mental. When he's distracted by something else he does so much better opening his mouth and swallowing. 

I'll sign off for now. Love and gratitude!

Gavin, Carrie, Isaac, Will, David, Marcie, Seth, & Grace Jones

Gavin, Carrie, Isaac, Will, David, Marcie, Seth, & Grace Jones

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