Photo Shoot

Many thanks to my friend, Christine Davis, who took these photos for us. You can check out these photos and her other amazing photography at http://richmonddavis4.blogspot.com/.

Seven

On November 13th Bryce turned seven years old. We celebrated his birthday with a family dinner followed by cake and presents. It was fun to have Aunt Mandie and Gramma and Grandpa Waagner join us for the celebration.

Bryce adds a lot of character to our family. He is always full of ideas of fun and exciting things to do. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever heard Bryce complain about being bored. Whether it's climbing trees, creating his own bow and arrows, digging for worms in the backyard, making remarkable paper airplanes, attempting to create his own catapult, reading just for fun, or working on a creative art project, Bryce is never at a loss of ideas for activities. Besides being a great outdoorsman with his love for adventure, Bryce also has a passion for learning. He strives to do well on his schoolwork, learns quickly, and does it with such ease that it amazes us all.

This past year Bryce accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior and we have seen him have a desire to grow in his maturity as a Christian and his understanding of the Bible. Bryce has challenged me to learn more about many things as I attempt to answer his many questions! It is exciting to see God working in Bryce's heart.

We are blessed to have Bryce in our family and we look forward to seeing what God is going to do through Bryce in the year ahead. We love you sweet boy!

A Matter of Perspective

Sometimes kids see things differently than us grown-ups do. A few times recently I've been reminded of this.

Bryce found a penny the other day and with great excitement told me how old it was. "It was made in nineteen ninety-nine!" he said with eyes so big they were about to pop out of his head.

I found myself correcting my older son recently for copying his little sister's bad table manners. She's just a baby, I told him, don't do what she does. It was then, to my surprise, that she spoke up and said clearly, "I na baby!"

We are now purchasing tomato soup in those large, family-sized cans. The boys can't get their fill of it ever since I started calling it "hot lava soup" after Grant read a book about Pompeii.

Out with Grammy and Pappy last week, three-year-old Davis, used the word yellow to describe something. Although it came out more like "yeh-yo." Trying to help his little grandson speak more clearly, Pappy instructed him, "Say it like me: Yel-low." Putting his chin to his chest, Davis then said in the deepest, most Pappy-like voice he could muster, "yeh-yo."