What's a Day, More or Less?

I have been meaning to post this short story for awhile now, but wanted to take a recent photo of Asaph to put up with it and haven't...so here's the story sans photo, but rest assured he's growing and still oh-so-cute in his little manly way.

An envelope arrived recently from the department of Health and Welfare, enclosed was birth certificate info that we need to make sure is correct. Since I like to read and verify these kinds of things (I typically I read any papers before I sign) I scanned over the facts

Name: Asaph blah-blah

Yes.

Sex: Male

Looking good.

Blah-Blah-Blah. Wait hold on there.

DOB: March 16, 2011

Ooops, he was born the 15th...

Unfortunately to have anything fixed on the birth certificate you need to have the corrections notarized. More unfortunately if the corrections happen to be the time or date of birth you need a signed affidavit from the birth attendant. They make this real easy for a gal who just gave birth. I called my midwife and she said she'd take care of it. I'm thankful because when I told Isaiah what we would need to do he said "Let's just leave it, it's only one day."

Collector

Providence has this obsession about rescuing anything she thinks can be reused. Boxes, containers, stained and ripped clothing, tiny pieces of paper, if I'm tossing anything out she will ask if she can have it. The other day it went to far, I was throwing away the plastic diaper wrapper and she asked if she could have it. In disbelief I asked her what she would use it for, she said "Oh lots of things, a bag, a hat..."

I'm afraid Providence has inherited my fathers lack of ability to throw anything away.

The Way Moms Think

For some reason when you become a mom bodily functions become a daily topic of conversation. This is today's main topic of conversation so if you're not a mom I'm warning you. First though I'll share a quick picture that anyone, mom and non-mom alike, can appreciate.

Jubilee has been growing up so quickly since Asaph arrived. Overnight it seems. Here she is today hard at work doing her "school."

Now onto the bodily functions...This morning while preparing for Providence's school Jubilee came up to me pointing to her diaper saying "poop" I was excited (a very motherly thing to be) that she was beginning to understand this and asked her if she went poop. She nodded vigorously, but when I checked there was none. I asked her if she needed to go poop and she again nodded. So onto the toilet she went where she lost no time doing her business all the while turning around to check her stuff out. She was very proud, proud of filling the toilet and proud of emptying it with a flush. Not sure if this is a one time thing here or the beginnings of something beautiful, but it's made me think about poo all day.

As the Dust Settles

We're all getting settled in, the past week has gone famously not just getting through the day but with school and laundry accomplished as well! The meals we were receiving from church are over now so this week I need to figure preparing dinner into the new life with three in addition. Trying to get out of the house still poses major planning but it will be second nature soon, I hope.

Jubilee loves her baby. But she likes to love him with smothers and eye poking so we have to monitor closely. Providence, of course is the most incredible helper. Her cheerful "yes mama" and mad dash to do whatever was requested makes life wonderful. She is a huge blessing to our family, I don't think I can quite articulate how much, but boy do I love her.

As for Isaiah and myself we're getting used to being kept up nights by the little man grunting. He sleeps great, just grunts all night long. However I got a pretty good stretch of sleep last night.

As for new arrival himself- my 3 week old son is just about grown out of 3 month stuff, good thing newborns legs are happy to stay pretty squished up.

My Sardines

When we found out baby #3 was on it's way I figured that a bigger car was in order. Alas I was mistaken, Isaiah discovered that we could just barely fit carseat, carseat, booster across and the hunt was quickly shut down. So now the kids are wedged in so tight they probably don't need to be belted in, but don't worry they are.