By now you probably know why we named Moses Moses, but in case the information hasn't trickled to you yet, here's a word of explanation.
Moses Root Rios
Jeremy and I chose
Moses as the name for our firstborn son many years before he was born. Quite simply, we liked the name--the way it sounded when we heard it, the musical quality it took on when we said it, the fun ways of shortening it (Mo, Mos, "The Mos"). We also liked it because of its biblical namesake. The biblical Moses was a man of great humility, who, while far from perfect, enjoyed a relationship with God in which they spoke face to face.
Moses' middle name is
Root after Jerry Root. A professor at our alma mater Wheaton College, Jerry is the minister who imparted counsel to us before we married and the officiant at our wedding. Jeremy would say that Jerry taught him to love Jesus and for that, among other things, he is counted a dear friend.
Our last name is
Rios which means 'rivers' in Spanish. The name Moses means 'from the water' in Hebrew and we feel the three names together are reminiscent of Psalm 1.
"But his delight is in the law of the Lord...He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers."
Like we said, a big name for a little guy. May he grow into it with the grace and blessing of his Maker.
Moses demonstrates a mighty roar!
A curious and open face.
Jeremy and I chose Moses as the name for our firstborn son many years before he was born. Quite simply, we liked the name--the way it sounded when we heard it, the musical quality it took on when we said it, the fun ways of shortening it (Mo, Mos, "The Mos"). We also liked it because of its biblical namesake. The biblical Moses was a man of great humility, who, while far from perfect, enjoyed a relationship with God in which they spoke face to face.
This day Moses discovered he could reach for things, like the camera. He hasn't turned back since--nothing is safe from his wandering grip! Hair, earrings, drinks, leaves beware--you name it, he wants it.
We discovered how fun it is to be perched atop Dad's shoulders! And how ears make excellent handles.
And bees! We discovered bees! These little stuffed bees have been hanging above his swing from day one, but this day he looked up, gingerly reached out a little hand and quietly touched those bees with great wonder.
We also love our hands. We particularly like them whole, in one's mouth.
All the way to the wrist seems to be the goal.
For whatever reason, Moses liked to hone this talent while on the changing table.
This summer we participated in a multi-family garage sale. While the primary goal of ridding ourselves of many things we didn't want or need was accomplished, I also picked up a few baby things along the way. Our best acquisition was this awful old, horrid, garrishly coloured gymini. Before Moses was born I swore that I would never allow one of these "things" in my home and that, surely, my child would be amused with more subtle, tasteful objects of entertainment.
