My sister has never worn makeup, I don't think. I relished every moment of slathering that crap all over her purty little face. She was not diggin' it.
Here's a shot of Matt and me before the wedding. Doesn't he clean up nice?
My sister. Isn't she beautiful? Makeup or not.
Remember Salem? I can't believe how the time flies.
The exposure on this next one was messed up, so I tried to tweak it. I should definitely not be allowed to tweak stuff.
This was not at the wedding. This was the next day, after church. Jonah was napping in the car, so we stopped by my mom's while we waited on him to wake up. I thought it was a good one.
I'm feeling tired tonight so I'm going to make this short, but I have some great news. Jonah is starting to take solids by mouth like never before. Today he ate nine ounces of yogurt, six and a half ounces of Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal, one ounce of black beans, and one ounce of his weird tube blend concoction (chicken/gravy baby food, avocado, black beans, sweet potato/white bean baby food, formula, apple juice and rice cereal... I know, disgusting right?). Anyway, I think he's finally getting it. I'm so thankful and don't take one little opened-mouth, eager bite for granted. We're certainly not at the "don't have to use the tube" stage, but it's a HUGE BIG ENORMOUS AWESOME step in the right direction. I'm so proud of him, and I know how many of you have prayed and prayed for this. PRAISE GOD!
Alright, I'm off to bed. As always, thank you so much for praying for Jonah's struggles, no matter how big or small. You know to my mommy heart they are all huge, and every obstacle overcome (or on the way to overcome) is just one more moment, memory, accomplishment I thought he'd never see. He's amazing. Thank you, God.