Josiah was a trooper this weekend.
For two and a half days, we braved the bugs and heat to take part in our church’s annual pilgrimage. We had a good time, but it was a little too much for all of us — we were happy to arrive home on Sunday evening.
Josiah is something. He takes a beating and keeps on keepin’ on. We are very proud of him. No one at the pilgrimage could believe how happy of a baby he is.
Speaking of beatings, Josiah has developed the habit (as most babies do) of scratching himself up pretty good when he sleeps. Here’s a picture of his current state:
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His eyes and nose are all scratched up just like a boxer, post-fight.
But, as I said earlier: he’s a trooper.