Our friend Mark is staying with us this week. Mark is an artist in temperament and in skill. He is a dreamer, an activist, the kind of believer who wants only to honor God, not to build a reputation or career in ministry. He talks in pictures and engages my children. It's good to have him here.
In other news, I realized Asher is misbehaving more because he has too much unstructured time (thank you Take Home Nanny). So we made a Fun Box over the weekend. It has preschool-ish activities that don't require much prep or clean-up for me. Asher and I no longer have two hours at a time to spend playing together, but we often have twenty minutes here, fifteen there. The Fun Box is perfect for that. And he's only screamed once since we started.
I have also decided to let Silas sleep on his belly. The trade-off is that he sleeps in a common area at all times. At night, his bassinet is right beside me. I am not the kind of sleeper who wakes at every grunt (that's the upside of sleep deprivation, I guess), but I always hear him when he's really stirring around, even if he doesn't cry. I'm counting on waking up if he is struggling, I guess. Whether that's guile or faith I'm not sure.