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,"
Oh my Sweet Sweet Little Josiah,
ReplyDeleteHush 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