Teething, Babies, and Talking to God

Poor little Carts is teething an entire row of chompers. It has altered his eating habits, including a whole night and day this weekend in which I thought surely he was weaning himself like Blaine did. I was devastated. (Partly out of worry for his nourishment, since he refuses bottles and sippies and partly selfishly, because I just truly love nursing him.)

As I put him down in his crib last night, after he refused his bedtime milk, I leaned over until my face was near his and sang Away in a Manger. I thought about how much I love him and didn't want him to stop nursing and wished he wouldn't grow so fast. I thought how much I love all my sons and how I would love to have more babies. And then I thought how I talk to God every day about wanting a daughter. And I thought, 'I will really feel satisfied and content with sons.' And that feels really good.