Forget something??

Earlier this evening, Steve went to change Josiah's diaper. He decided to go ahead and put on Josiah's pajama pants, but leave on the sweater that he was already wearing. (Josiah is getting sick, so Steve thought the sweater would be warmer.) I commented to Steve that Josiah looked really skinny in his pajama pants compared to his little cordoroys. After playing a while and then sitting in his high chair for a snack, Steve picked him up only to discover this:

What a blowout! I had never seen him leak so badly.

Upon investigation (which I, assuming the worst, refused to do), this is what Steve discovered:

Josiah had not blown out his diaper after all. There was no diaper on him to begin with!! Oops!! Oh, and by the way, there was a puddle on the floor underneath the high chair! haha....what a night!

Do I hate my son??

One of our verses for Bible study today was Proverbs 13:24. It says, "He who withholds the rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him diligently."

The video we watched really got me thinking about this and it has been on my mind most of the day. Some really good points were made, one especially being, do I make excuses for my child's sin? For example, if I tell Josiah to do something, and he doesn't do it, do I say that he didn't hear me or that he was too involved in what he was doing and I shouldn't have asked him to come. In essence by saying that, I am taking the blame for his disobedience or allowing him to become self-absorbed and to passively defy my authority. Another example of this is when we are in a store and he is misbehaving, do I excuse his misbehavior by saying he is just tired? I have caught myself doing this one several times. By excusing it rather than dealing with the problem, I am not teaching him self-control. He has to learn to behave under any circumstance, even when he is tired or doesn't feel good.

It just really got me thinking. I am going to try to watch this week and see how I handle my son. I really do love him, and I want to love him the way God wants me to by disciplining him. I am not talking about just spanking or hitting him, but truly teaching him to be a self-controlled young man.

I'm a big boy now!

Ever since the Sunday night Super Bowl party, where the gates on the steps were down and little ones were free to roam around, Josiah has decided that he is a big boy now and can go up and down the stairs. He is so proud of himself every time he does it. I, on the other hand, have to keep from panicking every time I hear him going up and down. He really does pretty well. You can see from the pictures that he likes to try to climb "big boy" way. Man, he is growing up way too fast!!