Eight months later..

It happened. Canaan got older. It gets me every month. I just spent the last 45 minutes looking at old photos, and it blows my mind how much he changes and grows. Sometimes I just have to do that, look at pictures and reminisce. That tiny little bundle who made the car seat look gigantic now makes it look to small. The little boy who used to lie so still on the couch or the floor now moves so fast that sometimes its hard to keep up.

This past month he popped out two teeth, learned to army crawl, has been trying his hardest to stand up with the assistance of furniture, played in the grass for the first time (which included eating it), and learned how to suck through a straw.

His personality shines through every moment. This kid knows what he wants, and when he wants it! He's not afraid to let us know how he feels, and can be a major goofball. He has a sense of adventure that's contagious, and will put anything he finds in his mouth. Poor lady bug. He's not afraid of anything, and really doesn't like the word no. It gets used a lot on a regular basis.

We've begun a new chapter in parenting, it's called discipline. I don't like it, but out of pure desire for this little boy to remain safe, it's necessary. It blows my mind how it's built into us to do the opposite of what we've been told. Evidence that we really are born into sin, and need grace so badly. So, we're learning to extend grace but also to discipline when necessary.

I'm learning that I compare myself to other moms way to much. Unfortunately, it daily hinders me in my job as Canann's  mom. The funny thing is, 90% of that comparing is done because of a photograph. How much truth does a photograph really hold? It's really easy to look put together and happy in a picture, and it's  really easy to be dishonest in our caption of said picture. If you see any of my pictures, please don't compare yourself to them. Behind them is probably a pile of dirty laundry, an argument between a husband and wife, and a screaming baby who doesn't want his picture taken. I don't want to stop taking pictures, and I don't want you to either...but let's be real in our representation of what's going on. And, mom's, let's stop comparing ourselves to one another. After all, it us ours kids really want.

Eight months later I still feel like I don't know what i'm doing, but I love the adventure. I hear a talking baby who just woke up from a nap, so i'm going to go hug my little eight month old.

xx Rebekah