The Chinese people view a baby’s 100th day as a special day. Our handy counter on the bottom of our blog says she’s now 346 days old! It was my goal to capture those first 100 days of Kadence’s life and I finally created the last video of her first 3 months. This one is particularly fun because of her first fits of laughter.
At some point I had noticed Kadence smiling, kicking her feet and making noises when she saw other babies. She spends a lot of time at home by herself, so I decided it was time to get her a little friend.
Sleep deprivation leads to interesting side effects. David and I have developed hearing problems. I’ve realized that it does no good getting mad at him for saying “Huh?” every time I say something to him. Now we just repeat what we thought we heard.
David: “Huh? You need to grebber garble gooka?”
Jenni: “No! I need to grab the diaper bag!”
(I just made that up because I can’t remember what we’ve actually said, but it’s a lot like that.) Needless to say, our processing skills are a bit shot, just as our eyes are blood-shot.
Here is Kadie’s first experiences with soccer. Maybe I’ll explain that eating the ball is against the rules when she gets a little older. Not bad for a 7 month old, eh?!
My heart is full of thoughts waiting to burst out.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place were I am going.”
I love being with you everyday. Whether we’re creating a project together, doing laundry, grocery shopping, dancing, or taking care of Kadie together. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, I’m so glad it’s you I get to do it with. Thank you for taking time to be one with me. Thank you for desiring to be the kind of father to Kadie that God has in mind for you. Thank you for making us both laugh. Thank you for holding us both when we cry. Thank you for being so patient with me when I don’t have the energy to take care of the house, or Kadie. Thank you for cooking and cleaning when I need you to. Thank you for changing Kadie’s diapers. Thank you for going to work everyday to provide for us as the Lord has provided your blessing of a job. Thank you for listening to my hopes and dreams and encouraging me to try new things. Thank you for praying with me and for me. I hope you know how special you are to me.
In love with you,
Jenni
“Captain Harville, though not equaling Captain Wentworth in manners, was a perfect gentleman, unaffected, warm, and obliging. Mrs Harville, a degree less polished than her husband, seemed, however, to have the same good feelings; and nothing could be more pleasant than their desire of considering the whole party as friends of their own, because the friends of Captain Wentworth, or more kindly hospitable than their entreaties for their all promising to dine with them. The dinner, already ordered at the inn, was at last, though unwillingly, accepted as a excuse; but they seemed almost hurt that Captain Wentworth should have brought any such party to Lyme, without considering it as a thing of course that they should dine with them.
“There was so much attachment to Captain Wentworth in all this, and such a bewitching charm in a degree of hospitality so uncommon, so unlike the usual style of give-and-take invitations…
“On quitting the Cobb, they all went in-doors with their new friends, and found rooms so small as none but those who invite from the heart could think capable of accommodating so many.” – Persuasion
I wish I knew the Harvilles. I find myself identifying with them because of having a small home, and I’m always happiest when it is packed with the people near and dear to me.
Lately, I’m more aware of how the music is what really makes a movie for me. For instance, Beverly Hills Cop 2 has that awesome “Axel F” song that my brothers and I played on our boom box when we were knee high to a grasshopper. Trav carried it on his shoulder while we followed him marching through the house like a street gang. My impression of that movie… a little obnoxious at times, hilarious fashions such as spandex clad women with poofy hair, and gunfights that remind me of the arcade game Time Crisis 3. Wish I could’ve watched it with my youngest brother, Rex. We enjoy doing Mystery Science Theater style commentary during films like this.