Arthur's First Communion

Our church recently changed to a different denomination, one which allows children to have communion as soon as they are able. While I have believed for some time that this was the way to go, I didn't realize how touching it would be to me when Arthur actually took communion. He was sitting in Jarrod's lap in church today when Jarrod gave him a bite of the bread. Arthur looked quite pleased with himself and munched happily away. I didn't cry, but well... I almost did. On my other side, my nephew Samson had his first little cup of wine all to himself. What a picture of God's acceptance of children as a part of His covenant family, even so young.
Anyways, I love to think that Arthur will be taking communion with the rest of the Body of Christ. He will be excited like the other children when the bread and wine is passed around. Such childlike anticipation is a great reminder to me of what a big moment communion is every time. It also makes me smile to think he will truly feel included as a little Christian even from his earliest memories of church.

I love these baby days

This morning we climbed onto the bed to "wake daddy" as we often do together. Instead of the usual claw-and-flub-daddy's-face-until he-gets-up routine, Arthur tucked his head firmly into my armpit and fell right to sleep. What to do but have a family nap! Since Arthur snores, Jarrod and I watched him and smiled at each other over his fuzzy mound.

I know, enjoy it while I can!

Peas in a Pod

Most people know that little boys will have an "i-love-mommy-and-must-be-with-her-all-the-time" phase, but I seem to be as attached to Arthur as he is to me. While in our long quarantine of sickness, the two of us have become quite inseparable. I think I was more sad than he was about putting him in the nursery for a little while during Sunday school. It seems I have a permanent hole in my side where he must be perched or both of us are not whole. Even if he's playing on the floor, he'll keep his rump pressed again my hip as long as I sit down with him. I've had to block the kitchen with a sideways ironing board just so I can cook or load the dishwasher without him sitting on my ankles.



Once clean, sometimes, I let him help me "reload" the dishwasher.



Here he is putting in his bowl and taking it back out again. What a great little helper.

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