Weekend Update...

First, a follow up from Friday. (Alliterative AND informative. You get it all right here, folks!) Serena and Jodi, friends from work, came over that evening. Jodi, whose son Jaxson is just about the cutest little hunk of a man his age, not only brought ANOTHER bag of hand-me-downs, but made a gift of an absolutely gorgeous pair of jeans, shirt and hoodie. Mr. Caleb is going to be one heck of a well-dressed little boy!

Anyway, while they were over, Caleb's diaper became slightly overpowering even for three girls and a daddy who love babies. So Jonathan changed him while I was showing off the nursery, and BLIP! That umbilical cord fell right off. No, we didn't keep it, but I feel like he's less fragile now that I don't have to worry about knocking it all the time!

Then on Saturday morning, we got up and got ready for the visit of Grammy B, Grandma Sue, and GG. GG loved her eighth (?) great grandchild, and couldn't stop saying how beautiful he was. Once again, there may be a slight bias, but I completely agree, so had to make a note of it.

And Grandma Sue was properly awed by his wonderfulness, too. She actually had to compete pretty heavily with Auntie Alisa for holding time with him. Again, there's a lot of familial pride in these ladies, but he is the sweetest thing in the world to hold. This coming from a girl who loves puppies more than just about anything. Yes, he's more precious than any puppy - even Auggie. Even better, Auggie three years ago, when he was the teeny little cuteness that fooled us into buying a male dachshund, even though we really wanted a female.

We meant to get to church this morning, and I was even plotting about who to ask to get a family picture of us on our boy's first trip to Jubilee, but he had a very rough night... which translates to a very rough night for his mom and dad. Oy. So even though I was up and semi-ready, I let Jonathan sleep, and did my best to calm down the squalling force of nature that has taken over my every waking hour. (And made sure that the awake hours are far more frequent than the asleep hours.)

Yeah, I've got a billion things to do around the house, and I swore to myself this would be short! Not doing so good with the brevity thing. However, I just look over to my left where my son is perched on the dining room table in his bouncy chair, and I just want to tell the world about him. But I'll stop now, and plan on writing less more often. (Does that make sense? Because in addition to my gregarious-ness, I often fail in offering coherence. Ah well, blame it on the new mom-hood!)