Yesterday he was 2 weeks old. However tiring this new gig is - sleeping in 2 hour segments through the night, feeding him all the time, changing about a million poopy diapers a day - it's gone by so fast already. It's very exhausting and sometimes we're just going on instinct but ... It's still pretty great.
It's great being able to see him filling the role we've been preparing for all these months. Seeing him sleep in his crib (he's so small in there!) and changing his diapers on the dresser we got just for him that's full of clothes that he is now wearing. I've "seen" him for a long time but there's never been a face - like in a dream, I saw just a figure, just the idea of what would soon be a reality - until he arrived and I got to see his little face. His fat little cheeks and baby blue eyes, his long toes and chubby chin.
I read somewhere that you only get 940 Saturdays with your kids til they turn 18. This blog is just my way of recording the time Kevin and I spend with our son as he grows and changes. Sometimes I find myself wishing he would be older faster and be able to do things on his own. But really I don't want it to go too fast. Hopefully I can jot down a few memories here before he's older and doesn't need me for everything.
So ... Our first two Saturdays with Asher:
Saturday the 8th:
Spent the day enjoying some amazing weather, late-morning breakfast and a stroll around the yard.
Saturday the 15th:
Spent a very quiet day being with our boy, drinking hot tea and watching him take in his surroundings in a whole new way. Every day he does something a little different than the day before.
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