The Many Faces of the Little Boy on the Prairie

Lesson learned...by trying to fix a typo in the original version of this post with my iPhone, I accidently deleted the entire thing!  So I'm going to try to re-create the original, because I was quite pleased with all but that one misspelling :)

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.

All.

Boy.

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