getting there

my son has the uncanny ability to dump another load in his pants mere minutes after I change his previously soiled diaper. that and shooting me with pee. the joys of parenthood.

in other news, we havent taken his picture in 2 days, which is indeed a milestone.

also, he has inherited far too much of my personality. call it laziness or laid-back-ness (depending on how nice you want to be). his number one job right now is eating, and too often he's sleeping on the job and he's not a very efficient eater either. so we've got to take some action. we've got a plan, and it wont be easy, but we're giving it our best shot. a crazy combination of machinery, herbs, and perseverance. we hope to avoid feeding him forumla (for various reasons I wont go into now), so we're determined to make this work. gotta get some meat on his little bones.

so pray for patience, peace, endurance, healing, and rest. pray that he will eat better, that Michelle will continue to persevere, and that I will serve them both well.