No pictures today. Unless Lucy wakes up in time for me to add just one. We’ve been somewhat busy the past few days/week. Last week, Wesley worked the entire week – he was gone from home from like 5:30am (gym) and came home to eat breakfast, and was out the door by 7am to go to work. He’d come home around 3 most days, but then was working on his car, or helping at the gym, or getting ready for church. And then Thursday and Friday he worked until late – like 5 or 6. Saturday he was gone to Righteous Oaks from about lunch until after 8, then Sunday was busy – we had church then a work day starting at 3. Monday he worked again all day until 3 and finally Tuesday he was home. And just at home.
So, with all of that – it was hard to take a moment to stop and blog, much less take any pictures of that sweet kiddo.
And this week is our church’s Risen Week. We’re having service each night at 7pm. I, being on the praise team, have to be there at 5:30 though. It’s been a BUSY few days.
Wesley’s dad is coming in today – and he’s going to knock out a wall for me – in Lucy’s room. It will double the space of her closet. I’m SUPER excited about it. Especially since Lucy and baby boy are going to share a room. I need a bigger closet.
So Monday I had a rough day. Lucy locked herself in the Jeep. I got out of the jeep, and by the time I walked around to get her out of the passenger side (we were driving home from the church – its like one block, so I just sat her beside me) her curious little toddler-ness had locked the door. Of course with my only key inside.
Thank goodness she’s persistant and I kept urging her to “press that button the other way” and she finally did. After 3 minutes. Three minutes of a lot of fear. I seriously was thinking which window would have to go.
Then when we were on our way to church, I was carrying Lucy and we were running to the jeep in the rain, I slipped. Landed on Lucy, luckily my wrist broke my fall, but didn’t stop her head from hitting. I flipped. We were both soaking wet. She cried. I cried. I have bruises on my knees and wrist. She’s fine. And little boy is fine, he’s been kicking away. Just a day that could have been much worse.
I thank God I’m okay, and that Lucy and baby boy are too. My only real care about me not being hurt is that if I get hurt, so can baby boy.
Speaking of baby boy… I guess I should tell you all what we are going to name this little guy. It’s not Johnny Moses… Sorry.
Judah. Not sure about a middle name, but he will definitely be Judah. We want to make his middle name something that starts with a ‘W’ because then he and Daddy will share initials. Wesley’s name is John Wesley. So we are going with Judah W???? Kirkley. We’ll eventually decide on the middle name.
So why Judah?
Well, I asked God about Lucy before I knew she was even a she, and He told me that I was having a girl and some other stuff. I asked God about this one… and all He said was Judah.
Ok? Well, for me if it’s a boy, that’s easy. If its a girl… then I’m going to have to dig around and figure out what that means. But.. it is a boy, so that’s his name.
Another interesting thing about Judah’s name – It means Praise God. And the first time you hear about it in the bible, is when Leah gets pregnant for the last time, her fourth son, and she says, “This time I’ll praise God.” And that’s kinda how we were. We were surprised, and not exactly excited about having another kid… but Praise God. I haven’t ever known the feeling of wanting to conceive and not being able too. I’m sure I’d choose this situation over that any day.
And my favorite thing about Judah…. In the original Hebrew if you take out the middle letter of Judah, (which would be what we call the D) you are left with YHWH. YHWH is considered by the Jews the most holy personal name of God.
It’s what I have tattooed on my foot.
I didn’t even know that this happened until I knew he was.. a he. I didn’t look up anything on the name until after I knew we were having a boy.
But I bookmarked the verse about “praise God” January 7, 2012.
So.. I guess I knew that we were having a boy all along. I gotta learn to trust God when He tells me stuff. I always just think I’m crazy.
Stay dry today, everyone.. And don’t slip in the mud 😉