- Had visitors in Bangkok. My brother and his family visited for two weeks. We tromped all around Bangkok with five kids ages five and under.
- Gone to the ER. (Five stitches in the back of Grace's head, she's fine.)
- Attended a week-long conference with colleagues from Southeast Asia. Isaiah attended too.
- Moved out of our rental home of almost two years in Bangkok. We packed up all of our belongings and have them stored at our friend's house until our return in April or May.
- Made the 28ish hour journey from Bangkok to Denver as a family of five. Michael got sick to his stomach and we almost missed our trans-Pacific flight.
- Jet lagged with a four-year-old, three-year-old, and newborn. (By the way, the first couple days are nuts, but they adjust fast. Don't be afraid of international travel with young kids.)
- Gone to the ER again followed by a four day hospital stay. (Isaiah, bronchiolitis, it gave us a scare, but he's doing great now.)
Having a newborn in the middle of all of this sounds like a terrible idea, but Isaiah has seamlessly slipped into this busyness and his chubby, smiley little self has brought us so much joy.
I've always heard of the mythical "easy baby." Now I know that they do exist. Isaiah is calm and happy. He doubled his birth weight in two months. He started smiling at just two weeks. (We didn't even know that was possible!) He (usually) sleeps often and well. He's content to sit in his rocking seat or on a lap watching and listening to the chaos and noise of his two big sisters. When we scoop him up, he is all smiles, cooing and ah-gooing, gurgling, and giggling.
Being parents the third time around, we know these things have very little to do with our super duper parenting. This is just the way Isaiah came, so we thank God for gifting our family with this sweet, baby boy.
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Ten days old and freshly approved for his Certificate of Birth Abroad, U.S. Passport, and U.S. citizenship.
Sometimes, Isaiah has three mommies.
Isaiah started smiling at two weeks old and hasn't stopped since. Here he is four weeks old and beaming and cooing at his daddy.
Isaiah has been growing so quickly. He started just shy of seven pounds and wore newborn sized clothing. He doubled his birthweight in two months and now at three months old, he's outgrowing his six month size clothes and I'm pulling out nine month size clothing. Someday, he will be taller than both Michael and me. Possibly much taller. Here he is about six weeks old and already packing on the pounds...
He loves his baths.
Both girls have very readily welcomed him into our family. Cora in particularly loves her baby brother. Isaiah really enjoys sitting in his baby seat or on a lap in the middle of the sounds of his sisters singing, arguing, yelling, talking, and bickering. He particularly likes the sound of me scolding them!
Pic #1: about an hour into our journey to the U.S. Pic #2: about 24 hours into our journey to the U.S.
Two months old and napping with his great-grandpa, Arno.
One of several morning naps under Nana and Papa's Christmas tree.
At two months old, Isaiah came down with a cold which turned into bronchiolitis. On December 23rd around noon, I was nursing him and putting him down for a nap when I noticed the color on his face was not so pink and his breathing was rapid. I remember my last words with my nurse practitioner mom while rushing out the door to the ER, "What do I do if he turns blue?" "Small puffs of air, call 911, I'll be right behind you." He perked up on the ride to the ER (phew), he was put on oxygen and hospitalized for four days right over his first Christmas. It was hard to have a baby so sick. It was hard to look forward to being with my family for Christmas for so many months and then to miss that. But, I'm so grateful for the nurses' amazing care and many people's prayers that carried us through.
Back "home" at Nana and Papa's house with his two big boy cousins, Malachi (14 months old) and Jackson (just a day older than Isaiah).
I admire these beautiful eyes every day.
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Ten days old and freshly approved for his Certificate of Birth Abroad, U.S. Passport, and U.S. citizenship.
Sometimes, Isaiah has three mommies.
Isaiah started smiling at two weeks old and hasn't stopped since. Here he is four weeks old and beaming and cooing at his daddy.
Isaiah has been growing so quickly. He started just shy of seven pounds and wore newborn sized clothing. He doubled his birthweight in two months and now at three months old, he's outgrowing his six month size clothes and I'm pulling out nine month size clothing. Someday, he will be taller than both Michael and me. Possibly much taller. Here he is about six weeks old and already packing on the pounds...
He loves his baths.
Both girls have very readily welcomed him into our family. Cora in particularly loves her baby brother. Isaiah really enjoys sitting in his baby seat or on a lap in the middle of the sounds of his sisters singing, arguing, yelling, talking, and bickering. He particularly likes the sound of me scolding them!
Pic #1: about an hour into our journey to the U.S. Pic #2: about 24 hours into our journey to the U.S.
Two months old and napping with his great-grandpa, Arno.
One of several morning naps under Nana and Papa's Christmas tree.
At two months old, Isaiah came down with a cold which turned into bronchiolitis. On December 23rd around noon, I was nursing him and putting him down for a nap when I noticed the color on his face was not so pink and his breathing was rapid. I remember my last words with my nurse practitioner mom while rushing out the door to the ER, "What do I do if he turns blue?" "Small puffs of air, call 911, I'll be right behind you." He perked up on the ride to the ER (phew), he was put on oxygen and hospitalized for four days right over his first Christmas. It was hard to have a baby so sick. It was hard to look forward to being with my family for Christmas for so many months and then to miss that. But, I'm so grateful for the nurses' amazing care and many people's prayers that carried us through.
Back "home" at Nana and Papa's house with his two big boy cousins, Malachi (14 months old) and Jackson (just a day older than Isaiah).
I admire these beautiful eyes every day.
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