Time Flies

Well, since I've been here last, we've had another baby and he's now a toddler! You know what they say; time flies when you're having fun!

Life has been good. It doesn't feel so new anymore. The new city isn't so daunting anymore. The new job always has its ups and downs, but going well, nonetheless. The new baby? Well, now there are two!

Josiah has been doing great. At his last check in February, his heart was looking fantastic. We are looking at his next heart surgery in about a year. He just finished his first year of preschool, which he loved. He made lots of friends and loved his teacher most of all. He started tearing up this week when I told him he had graduated her class and he'd get a new teacher in the fall. He said, "I don't want to be big and graduate her class. I want to stay with her." Heart melted. Sorry buddy. There are other great teachers out there, I promise. (Even though she was really great!)

Josiah still has a physical therapist and speech therapist who each visit twice weekly. Physical therapy is challenging for him, but to the average eye, he looks like every other 3 year old out there. He just finished swimming lessons and he is currently playing soccer. It's pretty adorable.

Speech therapy, however, is where our big challenges come into play. Our meal times have become something I dread. They are hard and I pray for patience before the start of every meal. Eating has become such a burden and it's something that he has grabbed hold of for control. He is still eating mostly purees and we have worked hard to get him capable of eating on his own, but the desire for eating is lacking. If we are not sitting by to tell him to eat a bite and another bite and another bite and another bite (etc.), he will be content to sit at the table and stare at that bowl of food for hours. To say it's been hard seems like the understatement of the year. Tears have been shed (by myself and him) and it feels like whichever way I choose to approach the mealtime for the day, someone will think I'm doing it wrong. So, with that, I ask for prayer. Prayer for our 3 meals a day to go smoothly. Prayer that Josiah would enjoy eating and be able to keep his meals in his tummy because we still see at least one meal come back up once a day. My daily prayer is that he will desire to eat and enjoy it!

Let's not end on that note though...Josiah is a wonderful big brother. He and Levi love each other just as brothers should. They play together, push each other down the slide, drive cars all over the house with each other and so much more. When I told Levi that it was time to get Josiah from preschool, he shouted, "YAAAAAAYYYY!" with his hands high and a smile on his face. They are buddies who make each other laugh constantly. More about our spunky Levi for another day. For today, we are thankful for our normal lives, even if they are a bit abnormal to most people.