Yes, my name is Karis. Perhaps you know that already. My mom heard my name once at seminary and my dad thought it was a groovy name, too. My biggest brother once said it rhymes with "Paris" to help people remember how my name sounds. My parents picked it because it means "grace" in the Greek in the New Testament. They tell me it's a word that will help me understand something about God.
But what I really want to tell you are a few things my mom has learned to understand me...
If she doesn't pay attention and burp me long enough, there's a slim chance I will shoot milk out of my nose. It isn't pretty, but at least her milk isn't carbonated.
If my mom lays me down for bed and I'm not ready yet, I'll let her know. If she doesn't come and pick me up ASAP, then I'll REALLY let her know. Honestly, she's kind of a slacker.
I really love my two big brothers. But what I really love is how I will get into their stuff in just a few months. That will be payback for all of their smothering kisses!
This is the tinest bit embarrassing, but sometimes I have an explosion in my diaper and it can be very, very loud. No lie, last week, one of these alleged explosions scared Sammy right off the couch!
My mom figures she spends about five hours a day feeding me, 20-30 minute changing my diapers and dealing with the explosions, a couple of hours drinking enough water to feed me, and about 15 minutes wondering if she's had enough water to drink to feed me.
Is it worth it?