Somehow, without seeming to do much more than eat and sleep, my little boy manages to need a bath. Sometimes it’s because of contact with lots of people and a need to “de-germ” him, other times it’s a gradual build up of spit up, dirty diapers and just plain living, but the result is the same – bath time!

Makes me think of the concept of being cleansed by God’s word. Sometimes I’ve been in contact with bad influences, mingled with the ‘wrong crowd’ too much or shared disgruntled feelings with someone at church. In this case I need to “de-germ” myself and regain a proper focus by going to the scriptures and letting truth wash out the lies. Other times I’ve just been living my ‘normal’ life, perhaps not seeing anyone besides Brian for several days with little to no contact with “the world.” Yet I still get dirty, dirty with complacency, self-centeredness, or discouragement. Again I need the cleansing effect of reading my Bible to refresh my outlook on life.

Bath time is not always pleasant as little Lance is telling us. Sometimes getting clean isn’t fun when sin gets pointed out and I have to get humble with God.

But after it’s all over, contentment and happiness reign when God’s love wraps you up like a big towel.

And now for a little fun….

“Mom, what have you done to me?”

“Are you laughing at my expense?”

In the end, having used baby shampoo to wash him, baby powder to dry the damp spots and baby lotion to moisten the dry spots, he smells like a proper baby.

Applying different verses to the right spots leaves us smelling like proper Christians.

Is it time for a bath?

A little behind on my posting, but I wanted to share some precious pictures with everyone. My brother, Michael and his wife Lindsey came to visit us on Saturday so the cousins could officially meet for the first time.

While Connor made all the Jones kids aunts and uncles several years ago, Michael and Lindsey had to wait for that title until our little Tadpole came along.

We visited at the house for a while then Connor helped me make pizza for everyone (he had a great time putting spices on – all in one spot). Afterwards we all went to the park!

The dads walked to the park while the moms drove. Uncle Brian played hide and seek with Connor and got us the compliment that we have “a fun house!”

Lance and Abbie were less than interested in the playground – naptime seemed like a better idea.

Abbie, Connor and Lance

Today Lance is two weeks old – hard to believe he’s already been here that long! A lot has changed in that short time.

Here he is just hours after birth – intubated and monitored, having caused a big ruckus and many lost hours of sleep.

And this is today – breathing fine, eating well and sweetly giving his parents a decent nights sleep.

The last few weeks have seen some changes in me as well:

Here I am about a week before Lance came.

And here I am today – baby safely on the outside of me!

It’s kind of funny to be skinny again – sometimes I’ll feel my stomach rumble and my hand will go to my tummy to feel the baby kicking. I also feel just as hungry as I did before having him…and sometimes just as tired. Amazing that I could be walking several miles the two days before delivery but it takes more than two weeks to gain back that ability afterwards! I’m just grateful that the Lord gave strength all through the stay at the hospital and good health to all of us. Life is good.