Yesterday as we were preparing to sit down for dinner, I made the usual request for Derick to go and wash his hands as it was almost time to sit down. As I am serving the plates I hear him talking to himself in the bathroom. As I listen closer to what is being said, I hear that he is saying his prayers as he is washing his hands. It was so cute that I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I know it has been hard for him lately to wait patiently while his food is in front of him. He sits and eats and tells me that he just can't stop eating...not even for a minute to pray. Well I guess he found a way to solve the problem himself...to multi-task and take care of two things at once :) I was just greatful he was prompting himself of what needed to be done, but will eventually turn it back into a family affair at the table.
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We had a hard time picking Zoe's middle name. We had considered several different options and it was up until the time we were filling out her birth certificate prior to leaving the hospital that the decision was made. I am sure I have mentioned before that Derick wanted to name her Zoe Kicker Ruiz. As far as he was concerned that was all she did in utero...well at least all he could feel. However, now that is out of the womb, it seems a more fitting middle name for her would have been "The Growler". She is quite a noisy and growly baby. I thought Derick was loud with all his farm noises and squeaks, but he didn't hold a candle compared to this little girl. You would think she was a ravenous bear fighting for the last piece of meat as she nurses. She makes such loud noises and heaven forbid she has to be covered...she thrashes her head around and cranks up the volume several notches. At home I find it quite entertaining, yet as we are venturing out more and more in public for extended periods of time and I have to nurse her...it can become quite un-nerving. Well hopefully we will both get more comfortable with it.
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Hmmm... last shared piece of info for the day. Derick has mentioned a couple times about having another baby. He thinks he is ready for another baby...specifically requesting that it be a baby brother. In fact last week he reminded me to "pray for the little boy who lost his baby" then followed up with a prayer for himself to have a baby brother...and we could save the name Kicker for him. Then tonight at dinner he said that when we go to Chuck E Cheese (something he talks about at least 30 times a day) that I would have to hold one baby and Daddy would have to hold the other baby. So again I say...Hmmm.... only God knows what he has in store for our future :) I do miss my sleep, but am treasuring this time with our sweet girl...as since don't know what is in store for us...keep reminding myself that sleep deprivation is only a temporary state.
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