I always get such a warm and squishy feeling when Thomas wears this T-shirt. I wish I would've bought one in every size. It was one of those things that I picked up before he was born, as I was changing my girly baby clothes focus to the boyside. When I saw this shirt, it made me cry right there in the baby Gap, because of course he was already perfect. I'm not one to strive towards personal perfection...I don't think, even though I do like things in my own certain way and will put off doing creative things until the moment is, well, perfect, or I have all the right supplies. (Therefore, I often don't start on anything.) I've learned that when "perfect" is used in Scripture it means "complete." And so that's what I like to think about - I don't expect or see perfection, which is so very uptight of a word, rather, I think he's wonderfully whole and complete and just plain awesome.
Or more like, awesome, a thousand fireworks worth of awesome.
Update on the transistion to his crib: we're doing well. The first night (Saturday) was far too good to last - he woke up twice, around 11:30 and 4:30. I went to him at 11:30 and fed him, and his daddy went to him at 4:30, then again at 5:30, and we brought him into our bed. Sunday night was okay, with another two wakeups, but at 2:30 he wouldn't stay asleep in the crib, so in our bed he went. Pretty much the same story last night, there's just something about 2:30 a.m., it seems. We still feel good in that he's spending part of the night in his own bed, and we'll have to figure out how to deal with the 2:30 a.m. complication. Still, even half the night is major progress.
One thing that's will be great about the focused-going-to-bed thing is that we can have a special routine. We're not at the point where we need nightly baths but I would like to start reading a story, Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Gorilla, something. What sort of things do (or did) you do with your little ones to get them headed towards dreamland?