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Bryson doing the Dinosaur Hokie Pokie

Bryson eating mac-n-cheese

Up until the last couple of days I have not been brave enough to let Bryson go at it with a fork or spoon and I did not want to clean up the mess either. This is his first attempt at using a fork and as you can see he mostly used his fingers. :-)

Bryson checking out his Easter goodies.

Bryson seeing his Elmo he got for Easter

Today was the day!

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While we were on vacation Bryson decided he wasn't going to stay in his pack-n-play in the morning and both mornings decided to climb out. I was thinking oh-great! I hope he doesn't start climbing out of his crib when we get back home. We got home Sat. night, but Sunday is an early morning for him so he wouldn't of had the chance since we had to wake him up, didn't happen Monday or Tuesday but guess what? Today I heard Bryson playing in his crib, but it sounded really really loud! I come up the stairs and see the light on coming from the crack under his door. I open it and this is what I see! Neither of our other children EVER climbed our of their cribs! We can only assume that the little black table by his crib helped him along. No one knows though! The sides of his crib aren't very tall so we are sure it was the side that he climbed out of. This is going to be a nightmare!!

The Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn Of the darkest day: Christ on the road to Calvary. Tried by sinful men, Torn and beaten, then Nailed to a cross of wood. This, the pow'r of the cross: Christ became sin for us; Took the blame, bore the wrath— We stand forgiven at the cross. Oh, to see the pain Written on Your face, Bearing the awesome weight of sin. Ev'ry bitter thought, Ev'ry evil deed Crowning Your bloodstained brow. Now the daylight flees; Now the ground beneath Quakes as its Maker bows His head. Curtain torn in two, Dead are raised to life; "Finished!" the vict'ry cry. Oh, to see my name Written in the wounds, For through Your suffering I am free. Death is crushed to death; Life is mine to live, Won through Your selfless love. This, the pow'r of the cross: Son of God—slain for us. What a love! What a cost! We stand forgiven at the cross. "The Power of the Cross" Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend Copyright © 2005 Thankyou Music

Bryson having a meltdown on the Carousel