Ok, so little Asher is now three weeks old. He is growing like a Vietnamese bamboo shoot in our esteemed expert opinions [sic]. He has gained 1kg in 2 weeks (at his last midwife weigh in). Mum and dad are job sharing the night shift feeds at the moment with mum doing the day time babycare while dad goes to school and placement etc... All in all our house feels more like a home. Whether its holding the little prince high up on the parapets of his parents shoulders while he surveys his dark kingdom in the silent hours of the early morn, or washing and sterilising baby bottles, or weeing on his own face (due to an unfortunate penile position during a nappy change), or talking about future plans and parenting strategies little Asher continues to enchant us.
In other news, Rob got back from Egypt this week after what sounds like an awesome trip, I finished uni for the year (just a final exam to go) and Carly continues to heal well.
