James at 4 months

Here is my sweet already four month old. His shirt is wet because, well, it is always wet with spit up... Oh well, he is happy and it doesn't seem to bother our sweet little guy. It is starting to get a little better, I think we are uphill on this battle! Olivia and Landon are always smothering him with kisses and hugs. No lack of love or attention for this little guy!

 Here's his favorite thing to do. Watching his hands and feet :) He just loves to, I love when he gets cross eyed trying to follow his ever moving limbs! He loves anything with a pattern too, his world is really starting to open up.

Here is his sweet smiling face. I just so wish I could sit and hold him more and soak up his babyhood. Whenever I do have a chance to hold him, he just stares at me and is all smiles. He's really starting to laugh too, he's so ticklish especially on his tummy. 

The three of them laughing at their daddy. He can really get them all going! They love him so much and I'm so thankful they have such a wonderful daddy.

Landon has been wearing a tie around saying that he's a prince :) Olivia has all her princess things to wear and Landon wondered what princes wear, so I told him he could wear a tie... He wanted James to be a prince too, so here are my two "princes"

This is a crazy phase of life I am in right now, but I'm truly trying to treasure each moment as I am realizing more and more just how fleeting time is. I started a devotional called, "Opened Treasures" by Frances Ridley Havergal and the other day it was very fitting. Here is an excerpt:

"I suppose nobody ever naturally did like the idea of getting older, after he had at least left school. There is a sense of oppression and depression about it. The irresistible, inevitable onward march of moments and years without the possibility of one instant's pause - a march that even while on the uphill side of life is leading to the downhill side-casts an autumn like shadow over even many a spring-birthday. 

But how surely the Bible gives us the bright side of everything. In this case it gives three bright sides of a fact which, without it, could not help being gloomy. First, it opens the sure prospect of increasing brightness to those who have begun to walk in the light. Even if the sun of our life has reaching the apparent zenith and we have known a very noonday of mental and spiritual being, it is no poetic western shadows that are to lengthen upon our way but 'our age is to be clearer than the noonday.' 

The second bright side is increasing fruitfulness. Do not let us confuse between works and fruit. Even when we come to the days when 'the strong men shall bow themselves,' there may be more pleasant fruits for our Master, riper, fuller and sweeter than ever before. For 'they shall still bring forth fruit in old age.'  The third bright side is the brightest of all, 'Even to your old age, I am He'...'even to hoar hairs will I carry you.' For we shall always be His little children and doubtless He will always be our Father. The rush of years cannot touch this."