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Day 55:  the evening of December 11

We got what you might say a lot of snow.  Forgoing all of our evening plans, we got out the sleds and off we went for a snowy walk in the neighborhood.  It was a little cold.

You were fine – until we got home.

Maybe it was the snowsuit.  Winnie the Pooh . . . I don’t blame you.  Don’t worry, Nana got you a funky snow suit that fits better anyhow.

 

Day 56:  December 12

Day 57:  December 13

Day 58:  December 14

Today your poor brother fell and busted his face.  Oh, what a horrible crash he had!  Your dad had to come home from work and take Gabe to the dentist.  May God protect you from serious injury, my little one. 

Through all of Gabe’s pain, though . . . he has remained ever so gentle and even more aware of your cries. 

  

Day 59:  December 15

 

P.S.  This was the very first time I left you for the evening.  Praise the Lord, you slept the entire time that I was gone at Tia’s bachelorette dinner.

Day 60:  December 17

After Tia’s and Michael’s rehearsal dinner, Daddy and I took a small date to Whole Foods for some kombucha. 

Day 61:  December 18 (The Day of The Wedding)

Meet your new cousin . . . your second cousin and your great-aunt.  You know Mama, of course.

Day 62:  December 19

 

Day 63:  December 20

Day 64:  December 21

Day 65:  December 22

 

If you look closely enough in the above picture . . . you can see me in your eyes!

Your smile is so sweet!  I love it!  (And I love you!)

Day 66:  December 23

Today was a very hard day . . . we had to say goodbye to our faithful dog.  I’m so sad that you really will never know her.   She was a good dog.  She was at your birth . . . watching over . . . . guarding the house. You have been such a comfort to me during this tough time . . . with all of your sweet smiles.

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Day 48:  Saturday, December 4

Day 49:  Sunday, December 5

Umm . . . yes, you have the same outfit on.  It happens.

Day 50:  Monday, December 6

This was a big day.  We registered you.  It’s official – you were born! 

I wanted you to look so pretty . . .

And you did. 

But . . . you pooped.  In a major way.

So I changed you right there at the County Health Department. 

Seriously, though . . . we had to take you to the Health Department along with a bunch of paperwork to prove that you are a legit, God created human being. 

Now you can get your birth certificate and social security number. 

Day 51:  Tuesday, December 7

Asher came home from the hospital wearing this little number.  

I recently went through your brothers’ baby clothes.  It made me cry.  Lots of memories.

There were a few things I was able to pull out for you.  Don’t worry – nothing too boyish!

Day 52:  Wednesday, December 8

Another late night picture . . .

Day 53:  Thursday, December 9

You and Mussie hadn’t yet had a photo shoot . . . and well . . . I figured it needed to happen sooner than later. 

Mussie isn’t doing too great these days.

 

I love your little grin . . . as if to say, “This isn’t so bad.  I like the doggy!”

 

Mussie decided that you weren’t so bad yourself!

Day 54:  Friday, December 10

This is a borderline outfit . . . but I wanted you to wear something warm . . . and something that all my babies had worn . . . so . . . at least you are warm.

And right now you are really warm – you are in the Moby.  You are keeping ME warm!

Phew . . . I have your blog caught up.  For anyone reading this . . . I posted a lot of back posts . . . look around and find some more Pleasant Words!