Good to be a Grubbs

2008-12-11T10:28:00.000-08:00

I am a wopping 17 months now! Very hard to believe. I know you're thinking, " wow it would have been nice to see pics between the one year birthday and now." But really it was so that you can see all my new hair and how my teeth are not so far from each other now. I almost look like a real little kid. There was a while that i overheard my Dad keep asking my Mom if she thought I was going to need braces to fix my "gap." I mean, what is a gap? It sounded scary, so at night, I prayed the "gap" would go away (and that I would be blessed with more hair) and it all came true. Growing up is so great.

Of course, I can now run, go up and down stairs without help, assist mom with dishes (kind of), put things in the trash (and in the toilet, but mom does not like that one so much). I also LOVE to read, eat, play with balls, cuddle with "mommy" and wrestle with "daddy." I can say please (turns out like "me" and he touches his little chest), thank you, hi, bye bye, mommy, daddy, ball, tree (like tee...you know for Christmas tree), bible and baby. Also on occation, I say Jesus. Always good to learn that name early. That's an important one they tell me. And like every good boy, I LOVE cars. No one ever has to teach a boy the sounds of a car; they just come naturally.

mmm desert...the best part

me and the girls

Our guests for Thanksgiving...aunt and uncle and good friends Rachel and Chad Grief

Wow this food can make you real lethargic...I've heard it's what's in the turkey.

yep...real lethargic. And this aunt of mine wears me out too!

Me and Dad at the "Turkey Bowl" He played awesome.

YOu can see Daddy in the background. He had my undivided attention.

more eats

A little cookie... a little stroller ride... life is good.

I still have George (my monkey) He has gotten a tad smaller, I've noticed.

I LOVE reading.

my girlfriend

2008-07-23T21:27:00.001-07:00

I realize that I should wait on this whole girlfriend thing, but I have found the woman of my dreams. She's blonde, blue eyed and as fiesty as they come. And she loves me. It's clear to see that we are meant to be together. We've known each other practically all our lives. Her name is grace. She's the only girl I've ever kissed.

Here she is hugging me as we look out into the future.

Just trying some hand holdin while we watch a little baby einstein.

We're even compatible in our desires for teething toys. The side of the playpen is just perfect for our heights and gum abilities.

Grace has now learned the pucker kiss. I however still prefer wide open bass mouth.

And when you kiss open mouthed, there is no need to only drink from your cup. You can totally share with your girlfriend...

One year down...

2008-07-23T20:18:00.000-07:00

birthdays are so fun! I got to eat a whole cake, get sung to a million times, (something about happy and lawson, and then they'd clap at the end), then i got to open presents, stay up late, swim in my new pool and take a bath in my new pool and drink non watered down juice. I am quite an old man now. Feelin' good, alright.

O come on guys... i see that cake down there

You want some?

Do YOU want some?

Ok, I'll eat it...and I did. I finished the whole thing. I was a "little" wired later, but slept real sound until morning, once i went to bed.

Attempting to eat grapes (this is a couple of months ago)

And here is the pirate video, maties.

here i am! the long awaited lawson!

2008-07-23T19:08:00.000-07:00

So we're moving houses...got lots going on here. Sorry for the long time between updates. For those of you who do not check my blog anymore, please come back. My mom will try harder, I think.

I am now a prolific crawler, getting into all sorts of things. I can go up and down stairs, without help, drink from a cup or straw, creep everywhere, almost stand (well for a few seconds until i realize i'm standing) get up and down off of the couch and ride my four wheeler. Yep, i said my four wheeler. My Mimi and Paw Paw came down for my 1st birthday and got me a four wheeler. The instructions said that it would be appropriate for 12-36 month olds. I heard my parents saying that I probably wouldn't get it...well, all you have to do is hop on and push a little red button with your thumb. I go four wheeling in our new yard and wave at the cars as they pass. Only you have to be careful to hold on...when you're waving and pushing that red button, sometimes you get bucked off!

Eating in the midst of unpacked boxes

Hey, this is new...cabinets with nothing but toilet paper.

Pirate Grubbs here. My new thing is putting on hats. I used to hate them, but now the feeling of a do rag with a fake earing hanging off the side is quite pleasant. This was me before bed. I chew the passy bc it feels good to my teeth. I do not actually suck the passy...that's for babies.

me and mom in the back seat

Life at the Park

2008-03-27T11:52:00.000-07:00

Hey... is that my cheerio?

Mom, you ate it!

Hey Daddy...she ate my Cheerio!

Oooh...this is tricky.

Silly rascal, that's what you get for stealing my cereal.

If you sit real still, they'll always take a picture. Kind of funny.
I gotta do nothin to be entertaining.

And my parents wonder why I'm a tiny bit fluffy...look at them. They are BOTH feeding me. I am not a goat.

You'd think we were at Olan Mills or something. We were actually on my first slide. It's ok Mom and Dad. Still only 9 months.

My favorite place to be. Brown Bear is liking it too.

See how much "leaner" I'm getting?

Boys, Bears, and Mumsy

2008-03-26T10:42:00.000-07:00

Again, I apologize for this taking so long. Mom has not let me on the computer in a while, well about three months. I am still not crawling but did manage to get on all fours the other night for a while. Boy, you should have seen the excitment. It was so startling, I almost fell over. Don't know why, but I can't seem to figure out that going foward thing. This is the process I go through. Ooh, toy across the room looks like fun to play with, then move and all the effort, I only get FARTHER from the toy, not closer. Bummer. I'm sure it will come in time.

I refuse to eat that silly baby food anymore. I gave that up 2 months ago. Whatever "table" food my parents are eating, that's what I want. For those of you 7 monthers out there, just try Dad's food. That mushy stuff is for babies.

While I have not figured out the "crawl" yet, as they call it, I do like to communicate to my parents. About 2 months ago, I told my mom "All done" after eating. She looked a little surprised, but eventually started understanding that since I heard her say it from day one, that now instead of her asking if I was all done, I'd just tell her. I am learning to use it in all settings too. Seems good for being done bathing, sleeping, eating, and playing. Also, waving is real fun. I started doing that 2 months ago as well, and my parents didn't even know I was doing it until some friends at our church noticed that yes, I was waving. I do that constantly at strangers... so fun. Also, when mom gets me up in the morning, I say "hi." She just thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

Well, that's about all my updates. Enjoy the entries.

BOYS:
Goodness, the sun was so bright, even Dad had to close his eyes.

While the lighting wasn't exactly "manly" I did enjoy hanging out with Dad in the jungle behind the slide.

Now this is what kind of plant?

Walking to the lake.

Ta da! Nothing better than a good old picture with some trees and my Pops.

As anyone can see, I am pretty tired in this picture. Pops sure was excited, but me, I needed a nap.

Ok, let's stand...(read that with a tired voice.)

Hangin out with Dad.

Smile...oh at the camera. Sorry.

Woops... this little kid caught my attention right at snap.

BEARS:
So Mom and I go to Target pretty often. I see things I want... doesn't mean I get them. But the day I met Brown Bear, it all changed.

He told me he'd be willing to come home and sleep with me. Since all I can say is "All done", I told Brown Bear, I didn't know how they'd ever know I wanted him...

But somehow that big ol' Brown Bear left Target and came home with me. Now, that was pretty cool. Wonder how they didn't see him following us.

MUMSY:
Yep, sittin all by little self in a thing called a high chair. And let me tell you it is so much better than a low chair; I can finally see what is going on up here.

This Mumsy is awfully close to me.

You got something to tell me?

Woah, she tricked me...can't a boy enjoy his meal without being smushed?

Oh, good she's done. Everyone smile and maybe we can eat.

Six months old already

2008-01-03T18:37:00.001-08:00

At six months, I am not crawling yet, but I am loving that mama is feeding me carrots, sweet potatoes, cereal and prunes. Still can't seem to swallow the green beans, unless i am REAL hungry, but Mom is so persistent, I will give in soon. I can say "dada" "la" (for Lawson) "ma" "ooh" and "hi". Still don't like my tummy, so i'm not planning on crawling any time soon, although Dad works with me regularly on it. I can sit on my own and only like rolling over when I'm sleeping. I'm kind of like my mama, in that if she can't do something, she's content not doing it. I'm like that with a toy, I just don't care enough to go get it. Pretty content to just watch either Mom or Dad in whatever they are doing. I am having such a great time; sleeping through the night, taking 2 long naps a day. Wow, six months is so different than being a newborn. (I think the family is in agreement that none of us really miss those days.) I still weigh around 17 pounds and am a little longer. Mom says my thighs have lost a roll.

These are just some pictures of me that Mama took. She gave them as Christmas presents. The Cowboy pics are because my parents are from the great state of Texas.

Mama's personal favorite.

This picture is totally my Dad.

This picture looks like mama when she was a baby.

A day in the life of a five month old

2007-12-13T19:11:00.000-08:00

My life is pretty simple. It consists of eating, playing, changing my diaper, and sleeping. Well, that WAS my life all until 5 months. Now, I am attempting something new. I hear Mom and Dad say that this is "only cute at this age" and that they hope I do not keep it up when I am a teenager.

Rice cereal anyone?

It's simple. Me playing.

Must you take my picture again when I am indecent?

I have found my side. Why didn't anyone tell me about this before?

Ahhh...the new part. Isn't she cute? An older woman (six weeks older to be exact.) I just thought kissing someone my own size might be kind of fun. Promise mom, I'll stop soon. And for those of you who are doubting my kisses, I do not understand how to pucker my lips yet. This is how I kiss my parents and grandparents and aunts as well. Just ask them. Full on, slobbery mouth. (Always sure to please a crowd.)

Just pics, no words...

2007-11-30T17:06:00.000-08:00

Show me the monkey!!

2007-11-07T17:00:00.000-08:00

I am four months old now. I weigh 17 1/2 pounds, and am 24 inches long. Most everyone that sees me in he store asks if I'm 5 or 6 months old. What? Haven't they heard of a healthy baby?

One thing that I have really grown to love is my little Curious George. I remember talking with him when I was 2 weeks old, but it had been some time since we got to chat. The other day, we were driving home from an outing and I wasn't too happy... still need those naps, you know. Mom tried everything she could which isn't much since I have to stay in that silly car seat. But her friend Brook, mentioned that maybe I would like the monkey. So finally after 16 weeks of no George, I got to see him. I thought he had been a goner for sure. Not sure if all of you remember, but we have moved across a few states since I had seen him last. I calmed immediately. It was such sweet reuniting. Check out my pics below.

"O George...it's Lawson. It has been so long. You look good, my friend."

"Can I have a little cuddle?"

"Don't worry, I won't eat you. I just want to look into your eyes a little closer."

George was telling me what "large dark box" was like (mom called it the moving box.) Sounded scary, so i hugged him for comfort.

The other night, I didn't want to take my bottle. I have always taken a bottle at night, but I wanted my mom and dad to know that I was not interested. So after much crying, they finally got out George and I watched him take a sip, then mama, then daddy, then I did. But i only sipped as long as they did, then I thought it was George's turn again. So I gave him back the bottle. So we made rounds again. This was fun (much more fun than my bed) so I gave the bottle back to George again. Then they all took longer sips. I thought 'O good, this time I'll be able to have more than a couple of sips. I'm getting hungry and they are all taking turns on my bottle.' So when it got to me the last time, I drank up. I hoped George, mom and dad wouldn't mind. They didn't say a word... and the last thing I remember is waking up the next day.

Thanks George...so good to have you back.

This is just a pic to show how big I've gotten. I like to cuddle with mama.

I am strong, my thighs are fat, I am Lawson.

2007-10-18T09:37:00.000-07:00

I am 3 months now. My Mom accidentally erased about 6 weeks of my life off of her camera, so
you'll just have to do without. My life is so much more interesting now. I sleep, eat, and now I can play all by myself. All I need are my feet or hands, and I am thoroughly amused for 20-40 minutes. (That's a long time for a guy as young as myself.) I am taking longer naps, and I overhear her telling Daddy how much more she is getting done. In fact, I just decided to sleep through the night for the first time last night. Woke up pretty rested... amazing. My parents looked a lot better too.

Same changing table, larger Lawson. I weigh 15 pounds now.

Uh, mom, you can turn off the camera now. Dad's about to change me. I didn't pay attention before, but my future friends could be reading this and that would be real embarrassing on the soccor field someday.

See, toes are more interesting than that silly cow ever was.

Mom and I have a lunch date every day.

Today, she gave me one of her carrots.

Do I like carrots?

I had it in my little hand, but right now the carrot is falling. I heard it say, "Help me!" on the way down.

So I scooped it up and to put it out of it's misery, I put it in my mouth. Next thing you know, camera was flashing and before I could say "mmmm" it was back in my mom's hands. How did she respond so quickly? And what did she expect placing that little orange thing in front of me?

Me with dear old dad. We are looking more alike now. I thought mom said to do a serious pose. I was trying to be model like.

Lawson at 8 weeks...

2007-10-17T17:20:00.000-07:00

Here are some, well, cute pictures of me.

So, they say my shirt is soooo appropriate. What's wrong with a little snacky snacky in the wee hours of the night? We're Americans right? Aren't we supposed to eat too much and at the wrong times. I'm just trying to fit into the culture here. I think about it every night...

Should I wake mom? She does take care of me nicely....

On the other hand, maybe I should be nice and sleep tonight...she does look tired when she comes in.

Woops, I couldn't resist. Like I tell my nana, mama's milk is soooooo delicious!
(She does look kind of tired, though. Don't worry mom, I will stop some time prior to entering college.)

Big circular chair, mama is laughing, i feel so small...

Ok I'll laugh too. It always seems to please a crowd.

Zoned on Honey's lap... maybe if I look tired, they'll put me down for a nap.

Mom just says I look cute here. Not sure what I did so cute. All I can say is it's so easy to please her.

pics from Texas

2007-10-16T11:52:00.001-07:00

I realize that there were not the promised pics of my cute adorable self like you all were hoping for. The blog was down and my mom did not know how to save what she was doing without losing all her hard work. I am a handful you know, and she must use whatever time she has wisely.

My cousin Lexi loves me. She likes to change my diaper and hold me. I notice here how skinny I was... just wait for what i look like now.

Do I look comfortable or what?

These are my great Grandma's hands. Mama tells me that she lived in Florida and her hands are much darker than mine will ever be.

This is dear great Grandaddy. He came to one of Aunt Abigail's showers. I know, I'm sleeping again, but during that weekend, my Aunt Abigail had 3 bridal showers that I had to attend. All those women oohing and touching me. I had to ignore it awhile and try to catch some zzz's.

My great Nana liked to talk to me. She kept saying, "Well tell me about it." So I would. And then she would say, "Really?" And I thought, "This lady must not believe me or she wouldn't keep asking me "Is that right?" But it seemed to make her laugh for me to tell my story over and over again. All I'm ever saying is how great my mama is, especially her milk. And everytime I'd say, " you should try some," that's when she'd say "Really?" I don't think she was as keen on the idea. She never gave me a clear answer.

This is my great Papa... yep telling him the same story.

Same story...

Well, more to come, but the blog i messing up again. It's goodto be back!

It's been awhile...

2007-10-15T13:45:00.000-07:00

I have been so many places in the past few weeks, well most of my life actually, that my little brain doesn't quite know what to think about it. So here is a synopsis of my adventures. The last time you saw me, I was only 4 weeks old. (I am now 14 weeks, so yeah I look a little fatter.)

It may look like I'm sleeping, but this man that mama and I are with is really important. My name is Lawson JACOB, and this is Jacob. My mama and Jacob were childhood friends. As far as I'm told, he was in a neardrowning accidnent when they were fourteen. He was in a coma for months and went to Baylor Medical Center to have the best doctors take care of him. My mama says that when she went to go see him, she was scared. So many things were happening to him, and all she could do was trust in the Lord. At that time, she wrote Jacob a letter, telling him that she loved him and that no matter what she would be there for him. Someday when she was older and had children, that she would name her first son after him. And that is me... I am so honored to be named after someone who honors the Lord with his life. My mom has told me that if she ever forgets who is in control or who knows the future, she can still hear Jacob saying, "God knows." She also says she'll tell me more of this great God as I grow up and learn more. So Uncle Jacob, thanks for the great name and the great friend that you are to my mom.

Here I am with some of my dad's family. I realize that my Nanny might be holding me, but I am captivated with this Honey of mine. (That's my dad's mom...no, i'm not eating honey yet.)

LAUGHING IT UP!

2007-08-12T13:47:00.000-07:00

When one is loved and cared for as I am one can not help but to laugh it up and smile. In fact dad frequently says that I am "Mr. All Smiles" (coupled with being spoiled rotten of course). My response would be that I can't help it. These people are either really excited to see me or really goofy. Regardless of which one, I guess one could say that I am pretty happy to be a part of this family as well. They love me and I love them. Just check out the smiles below.

It's funny how a one month old can make grown adults do the funniest things. They will talk in funny voices, make strange faces, and even mimic other items like cars and animals all to see a baby smile and laugh.

Mom and dad call this my game face-- "ROOAAR!"

It's A Jungle Out There!

2007-08-03T18:00:00.000-07:00

Of course I'm spoiled. Just check out this cool jungle my PawPaw and Mimi got me. My PawPaw lives on some remote safari in the far away place of Idaho. Mom says these pics give a real good look at how much I have grown. I'm growing up fast! Growing up Fast!

I am fascinated with the cow for some reason. Mom says it's because of the black and white contrast (apparently that's all I can see right now). Dad swears it's just the cow. What neither of them know is that its really an expression of my undying love for Chic-fil-a.

One day I'll actually be able to reach up and grab that cow off the gym. Meanwhile Dad and Mom get a big kick at watching me try.

Thanks again PawPaw and Mimi.

Welcome to the Gun Show

2007-08-01T21:05:00.000-07:00

My dad says on an every other day basis that I am the future starting linebacker of the Fightin' Texas Aggies class of 2025 (TEXAS A&M). Whatever that means, I'm game. Just check out the muscles I've been working on.

Get your game face on. Beware all Bears, Red Raiders, and Longhorns! BEWARE.

These things are a good 4 inches.

This is dad and me talking pigskin fundamentals. Needless to say, he's starting me early.

All this heavy lifting makes a guy tired. Besides if I'm going to hit barge at Granny and PawPaw's house I have to get my rest.

Anyone that can accurately guess the function of this little item wins a prize. FLEX ON!

The Rodeo Girls

2007-07-30T20:06:00.000-07:00

The eve of my 4 week birthday has given me time to reflect on the many days that I have enjoyed thus far. One highlight that comes to mind is my introduction to the infamous "Rodeo Girls" (see these beautiful ladies in the picture to my left). This is my Honey, Aunt Casey, and of course, Mommy hanging out at Rodeo Drive deep in the heart of LA. The pics below let you in on my experience with these classy ladies.

This is my lovely Honey--captain of the Rodeo Girls.

Much of my afternoons (apart from my naps of course) were filled with play time on the floor of my living room with my goofy Aunt Casey. She's a real hoot!

Okay I was enamored with Honey's glasses. I could have stared at her for hours.

I would like to say thank you to my Honey and Aunt Casey for traveling all the way from the great state of Texas to see me. I must have gotten a thousand sugars during their stay. On top of the sugars they were an incredible blessing to my dad and mom. Thank you Honey and Aunt Casey for the sugars, grocery store run, and yummy meals. Love you Rodeo girls.

Real Tough Guy

2007-07-27T16:52:00.000-07:00

Mom and Dad often refer to me as their "sweetie" and for the most part that's what I am (100% sweetness). And then there are those other times. Dad calls these my "Tough Guy" moments. Just check out the transformation below.

"Wow mom you look awfully pretty today!"

The shirt says it all.

The shirt doesn't make the man, the man makes the shirt. Dad says I remind him of my uncle Tanner (tough guy through and through). What's up uncle T.

Curious Lawson

2007-07-26T21:04:00.001-07:00

Well I am officially three weeks old and with each passing day not only do I get bigger but I become more and more curious as well. Just check out the picture with my good buddy Curious George (thanks Pops).

Riding in Style

2007-07-25T20:35:00.000-07:00

My apologies on the great delay between posts. As you can see below I have been on the go. Check it out as my mama has me riding in style.

My dad was able to grab me the prettiest driver around. She's a looker all right. However she's not too fond of dad's idea to throw some new mud tires on my stroller. She's mama so I guess she has ultimate veto power.

Mama swears up and down that I'm a Baylor Bear. AAHH Sic'em Bears!

I may be a cowboy but I'd trade a stinky old stallion for this sweet lady any day.

This is my favorite way to ride. Close to the one I love. Thanks for the lift mom.

Mama's Boy

2007-07-18T09:02:00.000-07:00

"Mama's boy." At least this is what I hear my dad say as I slip off into lala-land while in mama's arms. What can I say? I can't help it. My mom is the most beautiful woman in the world. I absolutely love her and she loves me (just see the pics below). I put a lot of pictures up today, knowing that I have some pretty special people checking me out for the first time. Love you Nanny!

I love mom's kisses. Just absolutely love them!

Fast Asleep!

2007-07-17T22:07:00.000-07:00

My mom says I'm cute even when I am sleeping. That's good because sleep is one of the things I do best. Put me pretty much any where and I can sleep. Call me a pro at the shut-eye. The pics below are a few examples.

This is mom swaddling me (i.e., wrapping me up like a burrito). I absolutely love it.

Long day.

That's going to hurt later!

Sleeping on the go. Now that takes talent.

Mom and dad are always beat. I don't know what the problem is.

A Man of Many Hats

2007-07-17T14:41:00.000-07:00

Even in my young age I understand that one of the essentials to hair growth is for a man's scalp to have the ability to breathe. Scalp + air = hair. Then why is that every adult on the planet desires to place things on my head? Why all the head coverings? Outrage would describe what I feel just thinking about it. For this reason, I urge all readers of this here post to please take a moment to sign my petition. It is the petition for the "Stop Taking Advantage of Helpless Heads" campaign. Please show your support and I would be grateful.

Much love,
The Abused Head of Lawson Jacob Grubbs

Just look at me. If that's not content and happy I do not know what is. But then adults with their fun step into the picture (see below).

Now there's a market, "baby do-rags."

Ribbit, Ribbit!

This one's for Honey!

Stop cranium abuse.

Splish Splash!

2007-07-16T08:57:00.000-07:00

"That boy takes to the water like a duck." Such were the statements commonly spoken at my introduction to bath time. Well a duck I assure you I am not but loving the water, I have to admit it's true. Call me a fan. My dad says there is nothing wrong with a man loving bath time and I would agree. And since this blog has been mostly about me thus far I figured I would give you a look into the inaugural bath of Lawson Jacob Grubbs. See below...

Mom always makes sure the water is just right. Not too hot and not too cold. Just right!

I could do this for hours mom. This is probably why mom refers to me as her little "spa-baby."

And don't forget the shampoo. I love the way mama rubs her fingers through my golden locs.

Dry off time means the process is almost done. On top of the irresistible scent that I now possess I am warm and clean.

Did I forget to mention that I am a pretty happy baby after bath time.

Lawson Meets Family

2007-07-13T19:49:00.000-07:00

Many of you do not know this but we newborns have what you adults call "superhuman powers." For instance, consider a newborn's uncanny ability to command the center of attention. Think about it. I have not the ability to hold a verbal conversation nor do I possess the physical ability to wow a crowd. Yet I can manage to grab the attention of an entire room and successfully hold that attention for hours on end. It's a sight to see really. I suppose it has something to do with newborn's incredible cute factor. My dad says I have the cute factor written all over me and that I get this from my mama (just see the pics below). This is my first few days with some of the family. My grandparents, one crazy uncle, and two goofy aunts came for a weekend visit.

This is my aunt Abigail. She refers to me as her little nugget. She even grits her teeth and gets all googly when she says it.

My aunt Lindsay is a newlywed. I was glad she flew all the way to CA to see me. I over heard her telling my mom that she might wait a little longer before having children of her own. Was it something I did? I'm only a 24/7 job!

This is dad hanging out with my uncle Kevin (the newlywed half to my aunt Linz). He's a Longhorn fan but we won't hold that against him. Gig'em Aggies!

My uncle Justin (Aunt Ab's hubby-to-be) showered me with gifts all the way from Washington DC. I think he's trying to get me into politics. This is my first Congressional mug and an official House of Representative bib (I'm told all the big wigs wear one).

No one can tell me that I'm not loved.

Some have labeled me a trend setter. Just check out Pops as he tries to see if he can sleep swaddled like me. Needless to say he's not as flexible as I am.

Honor to Whom Honor is Due

2007-07-11T20:52:00.000-07:00

I have learned from more godly men than I what it is to heed the biblical instruction of "give honor to whom honor is due" (Rom 13:7). We live in a world where we know what it is to give honor, respect, and to some extent even admiration. All desire it and many will go to great lengths to obtain it. However such is not the case for the selfless. Moms are those selfless love-motivated people in life that rarely recieve the praise they deserve. They seek not the acclaims of others, nor do they labor for the approval of men. Obedience to God's Word would demand that men everywhere rise up and call such women "Blessed" (Prov 31:28). The writing of this post seeks to accomplish just this. For those of you now confused please let me explain.

Over the past eight days the Grubbs family has experienced first-hand, through countless tangible ways, what it is to be loved by a mom. As my lovely wife Natalie seeks to find her way into the role of mother she has recieved the love and support from a polished veteran--her own mom.

Pamela "Mumsy" Dowd, has in exemplary fashion ministered to my wife over this incredible week and for this I am grateful. She knows (and even willingly participates in) all our sleepless nights and changing of diapers, as wells as those tireless attempts to comfort a crying child. All this she has done with joy and more. Dishes, laundry, words of encouragement, grocery runs, meal preparations, and at times the offering of invaluable motherly wisdom. I could not have imagined what a blessing Pam would have been through this process. I am grateful to God and now seek to praise her in the company of those I love. Thank you Pam.

Home Sweet Home

2007-07-09T19:42:00.000-07:00

July 4th 2007 will always be marked as "the day that Lawson flew the coop." Needless to say, Natalie and I were excited to take our new son home from the hospital (we were literally packed for hours before the hospital finally handed us our departure papers). We were both eager to be in a place that was familar and looked foward to enjoying him in the place that has become home.

Lawson was excited to be home as well. Afterall, home is the only legitimate place one can lounge around in his underwear.

This is dad trying to figure out what to do with his new little man.

This is mommy excited about her new little man.

"Lawson, meet the changing table." No magazine needed for this little guy. Lawson would be making frequent visits in the days ahead (messy visits I might add).

Some of us (okay one of us) gets lots of sleep at the Grubbs' house.

The rest of us have to settle for catnaps when we can.

Lawson at the Hospital

2007-07-07T17:31:00.000-07:00

God was of course gracious with Natalie's labor and Lawson entered into our family with great ease (okay sort of). Our hospital stay was filled with joy as we couldn't stop staring at our little boy. "I can't believe he is ours!" must have been repeated every five minutes (it's still sinking in).

One of the great blessings enjoyed during this whole experience was that some of Natalie's closest friends were able to assist in the delivery. Bethany, Lawonda, and Rachel were wonderful and I am grateful for their ministry and friendship to Natalie.

Lawson was calm and peaceful throughout the remainder of the 3rd. When most newborns are sleeping like rocks Lawson was busy taking in his new world with great eagerness. He was wide-eyed for the majority of the day, giving mom and dad hours to take in their new role as parents. Things would drastically change on the 4th of July. It would be a 4th for the books.

In came the nurses and doctors. Lawson would not be a happy camper as the medical staff of Glendale Adventist Medical Center would ensure that he was in good shape to join us in his new home.

The 4th of July for Lawson was filled with check-ups, blood work, and lots of crying. Did I mention lots of crying?

The hospital food was almost enough to make us cry. Good thing we were riding off the excitement of having a son. Natalie and I were beaming with pride as we soaked in those first few hours with our Lawson.

On the afternoon of the 4th, just thirty-six hours after his birth, we recieved the news we had been greatly anticipating, "Wade and Natalie, you may take your son home." We were able to dress him in his own clothes, and man did he looked sharp. Natalie cried he was so handsome.

It was time for us to hit the road.

More posts to come detailing our first few days at home.

HE IS SO KIND!

2007-07-05T06:49:00.000-07:00

Every song has a theme. Over the last forty-eight hours the Grubbs family must have sung, cried, and prayed the phrase "He is so kind!" over a thousand times. This rejoicing began on Tuesday, July 3rd at 5:37 AM when our God expressed His kindness to us through Lawson Jacob Grubbs.

He's my son! All 7lbs 11ounces of this blonde haired blue-eyed little person is our son. Family and friends, meet the newest addition to the Grubbs household (a more informative update follows the pictures).

The delivery was smooth--God was again kind. Labor lasted a total of 11 hours and Natalie pushed like a champ!

Dr. Frields has become a close friend to the Grubbs family. During her time at Glendale Adventist hospital, Dr. Frields was one of Natalie's favorite doctors to work with. He is a godly man, fellow Grace Church member, and a treasured family friend. We are thankful and God is kind!

Came as two and leave as three.

Male bonding

Suprisingly, this is one of the rare moments that little Lawson actually slept during his first day of life. For the most part he was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

This is Lawson's favorite person to be with (mine to).

Our little man! Takes after his mom.

Natalie already holds the title of "Super Mom." She is truly wonderful and has my respect and admoration. Both her and baby are doing well (feedings, sleeping, schedules, etc.). The entire Grubbs family would like to say thank you. Your prayers and comments have been an encouragement and a joy to read (they kept us distracted during labor). Thank you for stopping by.

Additional posts to come.

A Road of Development

2007-06-29T15:17:00.000-07:00

The day started off with a beautiful wife commenting "I can't believe this day is finally here." For those of you unaware (trust me, 'unaware' is one thing we are not), today-June 29th 2007-marks the due date of our first child. Over nine months ago, on Wednesday October 18th 2006, Natalie and I received the joyous news of a baby soon to come. The time between that moment and present has been filled with wonderful memories:

Running marathons, baby showers, graduating seminary, sisters getting married, growing bellies, and the meeting of our new church family in Fayetteville GA (Berachah Bible).

Many of you have prayed for us during this time and for this we are grateful. Our God has been gracious and kind. We give Him praise as we await the next coming hours. This blog is to keep you, the ones we love, updated on what is going on in our growing family. Please visit often for updates, pictures, and prayer requests.

Love you all,

Wade and Natalie