Dan & Red

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but I think our family tree is on a hill and I hit the downslope.  As I write I'm simmering  a rendition of some vegetarian Indian dish.  Why am I not consumed by laundry, cleaning, and yard work that has piled over Noah's past month in the hospital?  Why am I not at the hospital right now?

My Mom.  My Dad.

The only laundry for me to do is my own from the last few days at Primary Children's.  My leaves were blown and taken to the dump last weekend.  My girl's bedroom is tidy because last week a bunk bed was purchased and assembled.  Even my blinds are clean.  Liv's teacher called yesterday to let me know she needs extra practice counting money.  I was already wise to it because her grandma told me the night before,upon finishing homework.

I have more food storage, laundry, cleaning and hand soap.  Olivia gets grits and eggs nearly every morning.  Jason reports that both Grandma and Mae light up like Christmas when they see each other in the morning.

They may invite me to leave once I bring Noah home.

Thank-you could never ever be enough.  But it's all I've got right now.  One day I'll take you on the trip of your dreams or buy you 4 acres of fencing or whatever your big hearts desire.  We both love you to pieces and so do your babies!!!

All Present and Accounted For

After an 11 hour, fairly uneventful labor (if you don't count his mothers getting to know eachother), Noah Tse yi nii made his appearance.  His big, fat 9 lb 8 oz appearance.

 He came complete with back fat.



And he aims to please so we're back at the hospital for an encore.

(intestinal infection)