It seems like Ivan has been sick every other weekend. He hasn’t missed a lot of church but it is always a question whether or not we should go and I know that a lot of it has to do with the stage we are in and getting more teeth. This morning I rocked him for about 15 minutes after he got up and held his fevered head up on my shoulder and prayed for him. There is nothing more frustrating I think, in this stage of parenting, than to be unable to make it better. Of course I know who can, and of course I’ve stood on the Word that speaks so clearly that he is well and whole and healed. But it is also a test of patience I think, as I rest not only in the knowledge of God’s power over sickness but God’s plan for Ivan. The fact that sickness now provides immunity later and if I can be strong and not falter during these times, I can also provide an atmosphere of peace that will not fail him or me in future trials. I strongly believe that if I do not react with fear and worry over my children’s trifles, no matter how seriously it bothers me at the time, they will have a greater foundation for handling life’s battles in years to come. So I rock, and I sing, and I pray, but I – will – not – fear. Psalm 46:1-3
Ivan has been trying harder to talk. I hear him repeating syllables and sounds more frequently and with more accuracy lately. Just a moment ago he was in the high chair and pointed down and said “gah!”
I said, “do you want down?”
He pointed again and said “dah!”
It doesn’t sound like much but I am proud of his effort. Yesterday, he tried to say ball “bah!” and lately when he wants food he says “eeeh!” I don’t know if that’s please or eat but I’m enjoying his very different progress from the things Owen did. It’s been so fun to learn with each one.
Unfortunately he’s also been sick today. He spilled the graham crackers in the Stein Mart parking lot just before I put him in the van…thank God it was before and not after. Then again in his crib a little while ago. He doesn’t act very sick but I’m trying to keep him still and satisfied with bland foods. He still wants to eat. I guess that’s good.
Shaggy, shaggy, shaggy. Ivan needed a haircut. Saturday we all went to SuperCuts to get both boys trimmed and handsome again.
Owen stepped up first to give Ivan the encouragement of knowing it’s safe and then Ivan was called to the chair. He was very tired which probably helped because he sat very still and didn’t complain. I was actually surprised by this. Not that he’s a wild child or anything but I expected some fighting while shiny objects were placed close to his head. The lady who cut his hair was patient and sweet stroking his head and helping him to feel comfortable first. He looks much more boyish now which was part of the reason I was putting it all off, I don’t like that quick transition from baby to boy with the snip of the scissors. Thankfully the chubby cheeks and pacifier are strong enough counters to the well trimmed head.
He is sporting the new do with pride and taking on new challenges all the time. He is consistently downing as much and sometimes more food than Owen in half the time and has a very aggressive desire for whatever anyone else might be eating as well. He is still crawling but his skills at cruising are improving and his desire to walk has increased. I think he still views it as beyond him. That will change all too soon I’m afraid. In talking to a friend of ours from church whose son was as cuddly as Ivan has been, she explained that as soon as he started walking, all the cuddling went away. How sad. He is definitely very affectionate and I enjoy our little quiet moments in the rocking chair. Maybe it won’t be that way with Ivan. I can always hope.