Kitchen Assistant and Sweet Conversations

Interesting fact about the Beckster: he HATES his bouncy seat.  He screams like he is in the most awful pain when you begin to put him in it.  He absolutely LOVES his high chair seat.  Go figure.

This afternoon he woke up earlier than I expected him to from his nap.  So I strapped him into his high chair seat and put him in the kitchen with me.  

I explained every step of the dish I was making for dinner.  I told him the ingredients I was using, how much I was putting in, and how much I thought Daddy would love this meal (nailed that last one).

Once I put the dish in the oven, I explained that the next step was crucial and it is called "cleaning up the kitchen".  You always want to do as much of this as possible before you eat because after you eat, you just want to sit and bask in your full-belly-ness.  So we (I) sang the clean-up song.  Beck liked to do his version of raising the roof while I sang.  He apparently takes cleaning up very seriously, as evidenced by his serious face.
 

Yesterday, while I was feeding Beck a bottle I decided to tell him his story so far.  I told him about his birth mother and how she loved him so much.  I explained how God knew that he would grow in his birth mother's belly and that he would be our son.  He locked eyes with me the whole time.  While I had his attention I also shared the Gospel with him.  I read on another mother's blog how she did that with all of her children and I thought that it sounded like an awesome thing.  I, of course, got emotional explaining how God sent his son ("just like you are mommy and daddy's son") to earth and how He, and only He, had to die to pay for all of our sins.  I told him how Jesus wanted Beck to know Him as a Savior and as Lord of his life, and that mommy and daddy would spend every day teaching him about Jesus and living out our faith.  I know that he is just a little babe, only 8 weeks old today, but Jeff and I decided a long time ago that teaching our children about God and the Gospel was the most important thing we would ever do as parents.  Now sharing my faith with my son is part of our day, and I pray for his little heart every day.