Let the Good Times Roll

I seem to be learning that even when Life is difficult, Life is still, at the basic level, good.

With the Little Monster teething now, he's been getting earaches, and the occasional low-grade fever. On top of this, he's slowed down his feeding because he enjoys chewing on the bottle more than eating it, and he also enjoys pulling people's hair, munching on things he shouldn't, and and screaming bloody murder when we put him down for his naps.

At the same time, he enjoys spending time with mommy and me, looking at us with his Big Blues and smiling so big you can't help but return it. He now will look at you, go "Bahbahbahbahbah!!!", and then give you a look as if to say "Well, I told you what I wanted, can't you understand me?". The Little Monster enjoys being thrown up (small amounts) in the air, tickled, taken outside, and run around like an airplane.

It seems to me that with every difficult situation we can find it's opposite. There are sometimes a lot of setbacks like messed up feedings, worrying about if he's actually OK from smashing his head on the wall (because, obviously, it should move out of the way, come on now), and making sure that the occasional scream-fest is more tooth-pain related than him getting sick.

Because for each moment like that, you get moments like this:


And this:

And of course this:

Yes, there are things in life that can and will be difficult and even seemingly impossible, baby or no baby. But it's something worth fighting for. Because there are so many moments made possible by us surging through whatever comes against us that the struggles we face are made unimportant when compared to the rewards we get by making it to the end.

It seems that this is a place to remind ourselves that God is good, and that He will help us and be our strength when we need it and we ask it of Him. Life, at the basic level, is good.

Let the Good Times Roll