Leslie and Brennan

Leslie, the wonderful friend that she is, brought supper for us Friday night. It was yummy lasagne, garlic bread, salad and an amazing red velvet cake. We talked her into holding the baby (for the first time, I think) and staying to visit. It was delightful.

It's True, I Promise!

I wanted to take a picture of Brennan with his quilt while sleeping in the bassinet. The first picture was the first take. It was a bit blurry, so I tried again. I snapped the picture just as his eyes did that newborn flutter and captured them open. Honest, he was sound asleep!

Brennan's Bath

I gave Brennan a bath while Haelley and Elizabeth watched. You can see Haelley chewing on Brennan's bulb syringe. You also see her with a Hitler mustache. She managed to rub soot from a candle onto her face while the bathing process made me oblivious. You would have thought, by the way, that I'd never bathed a newborn! I did a horribly nervous job. Elizabeth laughed at me, so she must not have been too worried. The last picture is the result of the bath. (He wore that outfit probably less than an hour because I, let's just say, diapered him poorly, allowing a little wet leak soon after. And I've had eleven children!)

Brennan in His Family

The second picture was one of several attempts to get a picture of Haelley kissing Brennan. She was always too quick for me, so I tried snapping one a bit ahead of the kiss and got the one you see here. I finally quit.

Brennan

Notice the hair in the last picture. I took this one to show how his hair sticks straight up. Very cute.

Brennan

I was able to return to Indiana this past weekend to see the new baby - my grandson, Brennan. My mom asked me to take pictures, so I did - lots of them.

Behind, Behind, Behind

It's January 16th (almost 1 AM on said day), and I still haven't finished posting about Christmas 2008. I really should be in bed which has seen little of me in the last three days. I am done catching up on the blogs I read, making me think of mine. It is so neglected of late.

Briefly, I might say that this week is the challenge I cannot likely beat. It is frustrating me so. I have a full week of school scheduled, just returned from a week's glorious trip late Monday, have two or three sick children, one of whom needs diligent and ongoing attention. The doctor is seeing us twice this week, the photographer once and the eye doctor will get a turn as well. Today's weekly shopping trip, after two weeks, is said to have been nearly six hours long. Ugh. School is planned for the weekend to make up lost time, though I wish I had had the insight to schedule us lightly this week. It is not reality, though, so I am chipping away at it as best I can.

Brennan Caleb Shearer is the name of the grandson I have so longed to meet. It is not God's will (as so many of us prayed for it to be) for me to get to see Little Boy in his first hours, but I am so happy and relieved at his coming. Haelley and I are friends now, I think, though her brother will have to wait for another visit to accomplish that with his Mammaw. We hold close wonderful memories of spending a week joined nearly all the time in some activity or another. Pictures of both grandchildren follow.

































Jason is one of my sickies this week. He is requiring breathing treatments again - both steroids and bronchodilator. This is certainly the worst I've ever heard him. He is making slow but steady progress, thankfully. I hope for a better night's rest for he and I both.