Sound of Music

Over the weekend, Rachel was dedicated to God at Lake. Instead of baptizing babies, at our church, we dedicate them. We pledge to raise them up in a godly way, teach them about Jesus and then at some later point in time when they are old enough, they will accept Jesus for themselves and be baptized.

So, as you can imagine, this is a huge deal. So Rachel's grandmother and other grandmother and grandfather were all in town. I don't know if all the attention had anything to do with it, or if it was just a very fortunate timing thing, but Rachel's taken a turn for the talking. Not real words yet, but we swear that sometimes she's trying to repeat back sounds like "Mama" and "Dada" and "OK" and "Quack" So much fun, so precious. You live with a small child for so many months and you think occasionally about what they might someday sound like but then when they start talking, it's reason all over again to well up with tears. She especially loves talking to her rubber ducks and the plush "very hungry caterpillar(sp?)" that that Steve and Adrea bought her.