Last Sunday, as we returned from church, Eva was asked to hold the door to our building open for everyone. After we all crossed the threshold, she called out, "Jesus, come in!" I waited to hear what she would say next. Then, "Oh, you can't come in. You have to stay in heaven now." (This is a photo of Eva playing with one of Esther's prized possessions...some fake teeth from her Uncle David the dentist.)
Well, it is official. My son Benaiah is 3 1/2 months old and he is weighing in at 2o lbs. I have always had fat babies, but they generally hit that weight sometime after their first 1/2 year of life. Ross says it is pure muscle. The comments here abound..."Hey, buddy, ever heard of WeightWatchers.com?" and "How is he ever going to walk?" and "Goodness, Sara, what are you putting in that milk?" But hey, he is named for a man who killed a lion in a snowy pit. He's got to have some bulk to be a good namesake, right?