7 months

7 months

Three days late for our monthly post sounds about right.  Yep.  We used to be on time to things.  Now we show up 15 minutes late to church because Bruk decided to be as stubborn as mommy and daddy.  Discipline is hard.  And we are on a learning curve.  By the way, this isn’t an invitation to rain down on us all the time-out vs. spanking vs. something methods.  Just pray for us.  This child is as sweet as pie and as ornery as a mule.  For example, daddy stupidly burnt his feet at the beach a couple weeks ago and they have since started to peel.  Bruk came over to me one morning and started touching my feet and making a sad whimpering noise.  Then he was gone.  Then he came back.  This time he had a tea towel in his hand and he started gently wiping my feet with it and making the same sad sound.  Where did he learn that!?  Sweet as pie.  But there are also days when he looks right into your eyes as he slowly reaches for the “off limits” item that we told him a hundred times not to touch, then proceeds to fling it to the ground.  Stubborn little…anyway.  Ain’t it funny though, that we can’t stand being away from him for more than a few hours.  We love him.  So stinking much we love him.

Also, he is boss at Geography.  Check it.

Six Months

Six Months

    For HALF A YEAR we have been chasing this little Ethiopian kid around our apartment.  He’s growing teeth and muscles. He’s eating horses and whole chickens.  He’s busting out of all his clothes like The Incredible Hulk.  And he is the sweetest thing to ever happen to us.  It’s not hard to brag when people ask about him.  And it isn’t hard to tell anyone the latest Bruktastic stories.  Being a dad is awesome, but it sure is nice to do it with this sweet sweet lady o’ mine.  Cassie puts on the wonder woman cape every day and crushes the mom job.  It blows my mind how good she is with our little man.  Sometimes I try to imagine doing this without her and it makes me want to vomit on my shoes.  Or worse.  Speaking of projectile vomit…we have eaten so much candy in the past couple weeks that I am surprised one of us hasn’t been admitted to the hospital.  And speaking of sugar and helicopters…watch this video of Bruk.  Notice how much he wants the Easter eggs and how much he wants to fly the helicopter.  Helicopter wins.  That’s my boy!

 

month 5

month 5

 

My Chains are gone, I’ve been set free

My God my Savior, has ransomed me

And like a flood, His mercy reigns

Unending love, Amazing Grace

 

The Earth shall soon dissolve like snow

the sun forbear to shine

But God- who called me hear below

will be forever mine

 

We were supposed to write a post yesterday, but it didn’t happen… got busy/forgot- who knows! (We have a toddler now, so thats our excuse) ;)

Anyways, I just laid Bruk down in bed. Most nights that I get to put him to sleep, I sing him this song. “My chains are gone”. It brings me to tears right now just reading the truth in these lyrics. Not only do I get to live free from the insecurities and hopeless that life brings- but I also get to teach that to my son. I want Bruk to know that there is an amazing God who gives love unending and who no matter if the sun is shining or not- will always be there.

Its hard to know what a toddler is thinking. Bruks words are currently limited to things such as ball, car, up, no and the first syllable of many others. But we are beginning to see  him come to life and his personality take shape. Its an incredible responsibility and my absolute privilege to get to teach him, as well as learn with him about Gods amazing Grace and love for us.

A simple, but life changing truth.

Thanks for loving us and watching our mini stud muffin grow up. We’ll be sure to send out more pictures next time (because we all know thats way more exciting that reading my teary posts anyway).

 

Love to ya’s,

Cass

bruk and mommy