Jonah Growing Up

Ok, I am soooooo done with the Easter eggs. The brightly-colored plastic eggs are all over the house, and my son's fascination with taking them apart, unfortunately, is greater than his desire to put them back together or even pick them up off the floor. All week long, I have put eggs back together only to find them back apart, as I frequently step on them. I know they are fun for him to play with, but the time has come for them to be retired until next Easter. The little things have made me just a little crazy this week.

Jonah's new phrase that I've heard over and over this week: "I need more!" Yes, he says that. In the most desperate-sounding voice too. (And "more" is two syllables, by the way.) It's hard not to laugh, even if it is somewhat selfishly obnoxious. He is so funny. I can't even tell you how many sentences I've heard this week that begin with "I need..." Today he was trying to express his interest in having a snack, and he said, "I need...mouth." He couldn't think of the word, so he was demonstrating that he wanted something to go in his mouth. Crazy. When we were in Kentucky, I kept thinking how different Jonah and Maggie seemed on speech development. She's only five months older, but her speech was so much further along. She speaks in long sentences all the time now, and he was still in the phase of repeatedly saying one word over and over again. I thought there was such a big difference, and there was. And is. But this week I am amazed at how quickly Jonah's speech has changed. Already, in just a couple weeks' time, he has begun saying multi-word phrases a lot more, even some sentences. It's crazy how fast it happens. I'm in awe of how much his little brain is soaking up. How can one watch a one-year old grow and develop and not believe in a creator God?!! It is so incredible to see, through his world of exploration, how we have been designed to learn.

I almost bought a dining room table today. I went to an antiques sale last night and saw it. I thought about it all last night and this morning and went back there today to buy it, and the chairs had been bought already. The chairs are what made me really like it, so I didn't want to just get the table. I was a little disappointed but actually really thankful that God gave me a clear sign that it wasn't meant to be. But the weird thing to me is that I liked something antique. I have liked antiques in small things, like little accessories and stuff, not something big like a dining room table. I like a lot more new things than I like old. But I was surprised to find that I liked it. I am much more open to an old table now and feel inspired that I may be able to find one sooner than I had planned now that my options are a little broader. I would like the challenge of decorating with some older pieces and trying to still make it work with what I have and make it feel more modern. I'm planning to hit some garage sales this weekend....spring always gets me in the mood to do that. Hope there are some good ones.