8 Weeks

Have I really not posted based on Tate's age (in weeks) for nearly a month? Whew. You know, they are all just kind of blurring together still. Yet, this week seems more important. 8 weeks is . . . two months already! *gasp* I am shocked that this much time has passed while I have endeavored to make it through each day (and actually accomplish something, even if it was only to be peaceful and to love my family well).

So, Tate is 8 weeks. I can't stop myself from kissing all over him. He's delicious! He has consistently slept 6 hour stretches this week, meaning that I can actually sleep until 4am or so. He hasn't been napping really well during the day, unless you count his GREAT naps in the Baby Bjorn. I've noticed that people start saying, "you look good today" now that I am getting a little more sleep. (But not that much more, because now Livia is waking up in the night to use the potty and I have to help her. Yeah! And. . . zzzzzzz.)

Work on the house continues. I am weary, but Christ reminds me to press into Him and press on. The carpet went on the stairs today and it is very nice, an upgrade for us (one of the very few!). On the downside, I've noticed rust on kitchen appliances like my KitchenAid and BreadMan from the fiasco. . .

Each day feels like a new challenge. I feel so needy of Christ for each moment. As much as I am loathe to continue this way, I am also thankful for this time, when I am so thirsty and hungry and weary. . . and I am drinking deeply of Christ and have enough.