Noah's Dad

Well it’s official….Noah has inherited his dad’s superhuman ability to talk….and talk…..and talk…….

It’s ok though. He’s a million times cuter then me, and probably makes a lot more sense.

There must be something special in those green beans he had, because after that first real meal, he hasn’t stopped talking! It’s awesome. I could listen to him all day. In fact, that’s what I did today!

Noah and I were just hanging out on the couch this afternoon when he decided to talk to me (in farting noises) for about 30 minutes!

It was epic…!

Six Months Is All It Takes To Become A Superbaby

Noah is our first son, so I had no idea that on a babies six month birthday they transform into a super baby!

Seriously, I feel like Noah went from just lying around and being a mega-cute baby, to sitting up (sort of), eating, playing, talking, swimming, grabbing my face, laughing all the time, etc.

I feel like there is a celebrity in my house! I’m star-stuck by all of his emotions; every smile, every laugh, every cry….it’s all memorizing to me.

Being a dad has deepened my relationship with The Lord like no other point in my life. Every time I look at my son I’m reminded of Genesis 1:21:

“…God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him…”

There are simply no words that would allow me to adequately describe to you how real that verse is to me. And how much more “realer” it gets with each little laugh, cry, smile, and poop (yes, even poop! )

The best I can do is to simply say that Noah reminds me of God. More then any other person, seminary class, or pastor in my life. Not in some weird religious way or anything.

Our Son Is A Masterpiece

It’s just just I see the masterpiece (workmanship) that Paul talks about in Eph 2:10 in my son. Noah reminds me that God is very much in the business of creating masterpieces.

Which in turn reminds me of two more things that all parents must never forget:

1. God must love me a lot to trust me with one of his masterpieces.

2. Being responsible for a masterpiece is a great responsibility.

A Room With A View

Almost every night, after all the world has long been asleep, I quietly go into Noah’s nursery, kneel by his crib and watch him sleep (actually, a lot of the times I’m being paranoid and want to make sure he is still alive! (Any new parents out there feel me?)

It takes me a few seconds for me to to see his tiny tummy move move up and down in the darkness, but once I see it, I feel better. I’m reminded once again that God is in control.

Then I gently put my hand on his small chest so that I can feel his little heart beat. And I’m reminded once again that God is in control. I stay there for a while, give him a small kiss, and thank God for him.

That breath, that heartbeat, that life…it all comes from God. Not me. Not his mom. God.

How about you? Do you like to “sleep watch” your little baby?

How long did it take you before you stopped checking up on your baby in the middle of the night?