Josiah was not a happy camper last night. His tummy was killing him. It started yesterday morning. He just wanted to eat, eat, eat. So I fed, fed, fed.. How much can one kid eat? Well then night came.. He just cried and screamed. He wanted to eat, but eating made it worse.. So finally I put him in the swing. After a few minutes(of screaming) he was out. Thank God for small miracles!
Psalms 132:4 I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,"
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Oh my Sweet Sweet Little Josiah,
Hush my baby don't you cry, gramas going to love you til the end of time. We got your Mom a swing when she was tinier than you are now. There is truth to miracles. God is always there.
Love always,
Grandma and Grandpa
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