Today my baby ate the word of God.
“For man does not live on bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God” (Matt. 4:4)
Unlike the biblical Prophet Ezekiel, who rolled up a scroll and ate the Word, Samuel ate his by the fist full. It was my other children who warned me, rescued my bible, and helped me flatten out the slobbered mangled pages.
Samuel also ate sweet-potatoes today. They aren’t a favorite. But I sneaked them in.
He was wearing a shirt I love on him, so I brought out The Bib. After some perseverance, and the help of a cloth; we made it through his dinner without spoiling the shirt. Mom was triumphant!
Setting him down on the floor with his toys to play, I went and cleaned up.
And then came the alarm.
“Oh mom poop! Sammy Poooooed!”
Yesterday’s sweet-potatoes up to the pits.
With just two inches of white left around the neck line; my favorite shirt is now two-tone.