Greyson's First Christmas

Today Greyson is 9 months old and I didn't even realize it until I started to write this post.  These days my brain only keeps track of who is eating wheat these days and who isn't.  It only registers poopy diapers and cries of pain... while little milestones get overlooked.  

And its his first Christmas. He loves the Christmas tree... but there isn't much he doesn't love.  I call him the happiest baby in the world, because he is.  I think I can count the number of times he's really cried on one hand.  

Grey got his first tooth last month at my sister's house. It was a rough night for him but it finally came through and he's chomping away at Cheerios and puffs these days!

He's a sweet boy. I can't wait to see what he's going to be like when he's older. He's definitely my most relaxed baby yet... and I'm sure he gets that peaceful demeanor from his mother.  :)

He is one of the most precious gifts God has given us and it is my prayer that I will learn to enjoy him more and clean less. That I will show him how great my God is and that he will call Him his Lord too.  That I will be the display of the grace of God to Him and that his memories of life at home will be joyful, full of the Spirit and fun.... not just efficient.

My little Grey-bee.