Here we go, again...
The little boy on the prairie will be 10 months old next week. He is a joy. He is a lot of work. He is many miracles rolled into one little human.
|He has red hair. This means the Bedgar genes are strong with this one.|
|He is getting teeth...see...all the better to bite me with, my dear.|
|He is inquisitive. So am I. Where did he get that scratch on his cheek anyway?|
|He is determined.|
So much so that he found a loose piece of trim in the hallway and ripped it off.
Then he tried to eat it.
|This face? This is the "I'm gonna change your world, Mama" face.|
|He has. |
For the better.
I love him so.
"...I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." John 10:10, King James Version