Today Asher got his first taste of semi-solid food. I say semi-solid because it was that baby rice stuff mixed with milk. It wasn’t solid, believe me.

Anyway, we got the highchair set up, I made sure the camera had an empty card and plenty of batteries and Mommy commenced the feeding. Asher calmly ate his food, not caring much at all that this was a momentous occasion in his life. Be sure to click the pictures over on the right to see this not-very-exciting event. Yes, it was exciting for us as parents, but it sure didn’t give us any material for a creative writing exercise.

And so explains the lack of material on this blog. We really wanted to make this a place where we wrote about all of the hilarities and struggles that came with parenthood, but there really haven’t been any to speak of. Sure, he was diagnosed with a mild case of acid reflux which caused him to spit up a lot (but not a lot compared to some friends’ kids, so it didn’t really matter) and not sleep more than a couple hours at a time. But, for about 90% of his awake time, he’s definitely his Daddy’s son. Laid back, easy-going, only fussy when he’s hungry (if I’m hungry, I’m cranky). According to Mommy (Daddy had to work), he didn’t even go that crazy after getting four shots in his legs. We think he figured it out the first time and this last time he was prepared so the whole thing was smooth sailing.

However, we have definitely been noticing a ton more expression lately. He laughs a lot. He talks a lot. He loves his dog/”brother”. Here’s to hoping our kid gives us some material to write about here so we can keep you entertained.

Well you are 3 months old now, and I am finally getting around to posting. Right now, you are sound asleep in your swing, your favorite place. Tonight is a BIG night. You have been sleeping in a basket in Mommy and Daddy’s room. If I don’t chicken out, I plan to put you to sleep in your crib tonight. You have grown up so fast.

Flashback to almost a year ago: You are a dream and a constant prayer. We’ve waited one and a half years for you, and it is worth the wait. February 26, I tell your Daddy you are on the way. You are nothing more than a tiny seed beginning to grow in my belly. But you are LOVED. I am sick and food is the last thing I want to think about. I eat so you will grow. You are LOVED. We watch your tiny heartbeat on the screen at the doctor’s office. You look like a peanut (Daddy says you look like Casper the Ghost). You are LOVED. June 1, we wait as the doctor places the wand on my growing stomach; your Daddy squeezes my hand, and I know without looking you are a boy. Little boy, you are LOVED. We talk to you as you continue to grow. You make Mommy look like a whale, but you are LOVED!!! I sit on the floor, too big to stand, as Daddy works tirelessly painting your room, and we talk names. Asher is the favorite, so I run (ok waddled) to get my Bible and look it up. Asher means happy; blessed;it is perfect. Asher, you are LOVED. At each doctor’s appointment, I cross my fingers hoping you are on your way. October 25, the doctor sends me to the hospital. I am nervous, scared, and so very ready. You are LOVED. 5:42 a.m., October 26, you break my heart as I hear you cry for the first time. They lay you on my stomach, and I see your ten little fingers and toes. The next moments drag on forever as they clean you up and give you back to me. FINALLY you are here, and you are LOVED!!!

My darling little one, since you were born we have slept only inches apart. Tonight you will sleep in your room, but remember YOU ARE LOVED!!!!