My darling little Noah boy tore it up in motor therapy today. I was so proud! He was super hungry by lunch time and managed to eat an entire grilled cheese sandwich. Then, he snacked on some goldfish crackers.

My eyes got huge and my heart was about to leap out of my chest, and all the forest animals (in this Albuquerque desert) burst into song because I heard the most wonderful sound… crunching.

Oh yes! I saw his mouth open and close and his teeth split those goldfish into tiny morsels. What joy, what bliss! I am hoping and praying this is just the beginning for our sweet baby Noah.

I see visions of sugarplums- er, diced chicken and raw carrots maybe- dancing in my head!

Thank you Jesus!