Horsey Sleeper

Possibly the cutest thing he's ever had on his little body. Thanks Nana!

He's loving it...


But he's had enough of the camera for now. Love those bottom lips.
-Angie

Two Months Plus

I feel bad that I haven't posted pictures for a while, so I'll throw up some recent pictures before I head off to bed. I go back to work tomorrow (tear) and I'm sure I'll have more to say about that soon. Barrett's looking forward to spending time with Grandma Ridenour, though, while mom's at work!

Two Months pic:

First pair of shoes that actually fit him
Yay! Another naked picture...I know he'll hate me, but I can't help myself. At least he's covered in this one.

Big smiles

Little smiles

The obligatory bathtub mohawk pic

And my favorite - Mischevious smile with Charlie in the background.

Baby Talk

I have always felt a little awkward around babies and young children. I struggle with knowing what activities and topics of conversation are age appropriate, so I tend to interact with my 4 year old nephew in roughly the same manner as I interact with his 30 year old mother. So Matt forwarded these to me, and I found them amusing.


-Angie

"On Children"

I've been loving this for months and I just thought I'd share it. The first part used to be the most meaningful to me, but the last part has been resonating with me a lot recently - particularly remembering to "let [my] bending in the archer's hand be for gladness"

"On Children"

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran, from The Prophet

Angie