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Asher and I had our first aerial adventure this past weekend, flying on four different planes to get to Washington and back. He's quite the little acrobat when it comes to seat assignment antics, meaning he wanted to be in every seat but ours. Even attempting to climb up and over the seat in front of us via the tray table at one point. I must say that flying alone with an infant served to restore a bit more of my faith in the state of the world. I was moved by the compassion and servitude of the people on each of my flights and in the airports. At one point I dropped something and literally 4 different business men rushed at once to hand it back. When I arrived at the Seattle airport I was struggling with my luggage when a tattooed, dyed hair, emo-ish fella (my kind of people) popped up with a luggage cart he had rented for me, loaded all of my things up and refused to let me reimburse him the cost of the cart. Simple things, but it all added up to a wonderful experience. However, if you are ever in need of a rental car, be sure it's not a Chevy Cobalt. They look nice, but have just a smidge more power than a battery powered Barbie Jeep.

High Chair Antics

Here Asher recites the Gettysburg Address.



I thought he quoted the last line with true conviction.
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You'll either find this extremely entertaining or utterly boring. Just about every little coo Asher makes puts me on Cloud 9 so...make of it what you may!

Botanic Festivities

Asher spent some very welcomed time with his Aunt Liz and Uncle Joel this past weekend, leaving Uncle Joel with an itchin' for babies! But of course, who could blame him when his wife takes pictures like this:

Pay no attention to the height at which Asher wears his pants. He's got a baby Urkel. Ah, the manifest wisdom of popular 90s television. Where has the creativity of modern entertainment gone? Where are the character actors and depictions of "real life" family drama in comedic form? What ever happened to Uncle Joey, to "cut-it-out" a tune with hand motions and endearing voices? Oh, that's right, he dated Alanis Morisette and went to the stink hole like every other wholesome TV show we could ever have hoped would ever make a come back. We don't own a TV, I really don't plan to for a very long time. The TV has turned into a constant back flow of shame and vulgarity and smut, channeled right into the center of our very homes. All sit down and worship the idol centrally located in our living rooms. Media, you are winning.

Well, that said, here are some pictures of our family, all of which I feel make me look totally heinous since I only have "perfect" scrawny super models and celebrities to compare my frumpy, sleep-deprived, post-baby image to. Enjoy the beauty of Asher and his lack of self consciousness, and his oh so hunky da da.

Mmmm, all things are wonderful when chomped with budding gums...

women infants and children

Well, after 6 months of failed attempts, today I finally got Asher and I approved for WIC. It's not particularly easy admitting that we need the help, but I know that's what is best for my family. In fact, I speak publicly about it here because it's good for my pride and my ego to just be real with the friends and family I hold so dear whom I know read this often (though they rarely comment ;). First we had too much money in the bank for Medicaid, then I got denied CHIPS because they said we didn't have enough money for it and that we would instead receive Medicaid. What a mess. We also have been denied food stamps twice, despite the fact that I make very little as a nanny in the grand scheme of things and that Corey, while we get large deposits from his school, is in reality bringing us increasingly larger negative "income." Why do I have to fight with the government about whether or not a school loan counts as wealth? Why am I so quick to get denied help for one short year when we plan to contribute to society in excess when Corey actually starts getting a pay check? It's all been very frustrating, but I know that God has a plan to prosper us if only my sinful heart can remain steadfast and patient. He is our Provider and he alone will see us through as he always has, abundantly so.

muggy Tuesday

Asher and I spent a few hours with some of his lady friends at the Botanic Gardens in Fort Worth this afternoon. The rose garden was in full bloom, the ladies were looking lovely and the beauty and peace of the surroundings transcended all. Here are a few pics that our friend Christina took of our lazy little snoozers and eaters. Obviously my hair is in dire need of a little coloring. I've got roots like and oak, sheesh.