The online ramblings of Alicia Adams for the entertainment and information of family, friends and curious strangers.
Friday, September 28, 2007
On the Town
Here are Asher and Louise (who was born at 7 lbs. 3 ozs.), born almost exactly one week apart (and Asher was 40 weeks, 4 days; Louise was 40 weeks, 1 day). The difference in their size is hysterical and incredible. Amazing what three little pounds can do... I could've pushed Louise out in five minutes! Hehehehe...
And here's our cutie, relaxing for his afternoon nap on the Boppy. I wish I'd caught the photo only a moment sooner, because his arm was straight up in the air as if he was pointing at the ceiling. Too funny.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Merilyn's blankie
Asher is enjoying the warm fuzzies of one of my Aunt Merilyn's famous baby blankies. (Thank you!)
Things have been going well. I'm starting to get a little more sleep at night (knocking on wood). His eye infection is getting better. All the doctors' reports have been positive for both of us. So, even though the new baby life isn't easy, we're very blessed and are completely in love with our not-so-little bundle.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Phew!
More later...
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Friday, September 21, 2007
Finally!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The latest...
Baby has a blocked duct or eye infection or something, which is making him miserable; poor baby! And he's a little stuffy, which is making him breathe like a pug when he gets worked up. So I bet this'll be a long night. Again. But, so be it.
Otherwise, I've got some high-dose pain meds going, so as long as I'm not walking around, I'm reasonably comfortable.
Pedi will do the circ tomorrow. Then we'll head home.
No such luck...
Ken went to sleep at 2 and will probably have to get up soon. Mmmm, take that back; the pediatrician was just in to say that baby looks "wonderful" and talk about him, and Ken didn't budge. Guess the excitement (and the Ambien) knocked him out cold! Hehehehe...
I'll likely have my cell ringer off much of the day, but I am checking email and returning calls when pain and procedure allow. Thanks everyone for your love and support!
Oh, and yes, we'll pick one of our two names today sometime. Wanted to see him cleaned up and in daylight before we decide. Stay tuned!
Sleep?
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
10.5 lbs. and 22.5 inches!
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He's here!
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3:45 pm
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2:45 pm
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1 pm
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OUCH!!!
10:15 am
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7am
4 am update
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Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Due date
Friday, September 14, 2007
40 Weeks
Anyway, because of the baby's size and the polyhydramnios, he's going to induce me Monday night for a Tuesday delivery (when he's on call). So, assuming I don't go into labor before that, Tuesday it is!
I'll try to post a 40-week belly picture sometime today, but right now, I'm ready for a nap. :o)
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
39 Weeks
Monday, September 03, 2007
38 Weeks, 3 Days
No signs of soon-coming labor. Then again, sometimes there aren't any signs. So, maybe he'll surprise me and decide suddenly that it's time?
Today is baby laundry day, plus a few other errands. Then again, with the extreme heat we've been having, I should probably wait til after dark to run the laundry so I don't contribute to a power blackout. OK, errands first, laundry later. Or maybe lunch first? Yes, lunch...
I'm happy to report that I managed to get all the editing for the October issue done yesterday, so that is officially out of my hair for the moment. Now I can focus on getting ready for having a baby around. I need a housekeeper!
I also have a million thank-you notes to write. I finally got some actual notes; now to write and send. I'm SO bad with snail mail projects, but everyone's been so generous that I must not be a lump and neglect the acknowledgments!
OK, time to eat.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Another mobile test...
Testing blogging via Blackberry
Need to be sure I can update the blog from the hospital in case their wireless internet isn't up yet...
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Saturday, September 01, 2007
Hymns vs. Praise Songs
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Differences Between Hymns and Praise Songs
An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. “Well,” said the farmer, “it was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns.”
“Praise choruses?” said his wife. “What are those?”
“Oh, they’re OK. They are sort of like hymns, only different,” said the farmer.
“Well, what’s the difference?” asked his wife.
The farmer said, “Well, it’s like this - If I were to say to you “Martha, the cows are in the corn,”’ well, that would be a hymn. If on the other hand, I were to say to you:
Martha, Martha, Martha,
Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows
the white cows, the black and white cows,
the COWS, COWS, COWS
are in the corn,
are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
the CORN, CORN, CORN.
Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise chorus.”
The next weekend, his nephew, a young, new Christian from the city came to visit and attended the local church of the small town. He went home and his wife asked him how it was. “Well,” said the young man, “it was good. They did something different however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs.”
“Hymns?” asked his wife. “What are those?”
“Oh, they’re OK. They are sort of like regular songs, only different,” said the young man.
“Well, what’s the difference?”
The young man said, “Well, it’s like this - If I were to say to you ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn’ - well, that would be a regular song. If on the other hand, I were to say to you:
‘Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
‘For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense
Hearkenest they in God’s sun or His rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
‘Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.
‘So look to the bright shining day by and by
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animals make my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.’
Then if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on the last verse, well that would be a hymn.