Worn Out

I think this photo of Asher and his Grandma is a good representation of how we're all feeling. Although in this instance, Riley was probably more to blame for Grandma's exhaustion than was her brother.Still no word from the state about our approval to head home. In the meantime, we've found a great doctor here, thanks to a recommendation from my cousin Tiffany. Asher's two-week appointment is tomorrow and I'm curious to see how much he has grown. He seems quite a bit bigger to me, but that may just be because I've gotten used to how small he is.

In other news, his umbilical stump fell off a couple of days ago. When I told Riley that Asher finally has a belly button, she started clapping. I think she has been concerned about it. This theory was supported on Sunday when she approached a boy in church who was just a little younger than she. She stood in front of him and looked at him for a second, then reached out for his shirt, pulled it up, and pointed out his belly button. Maybe she thought that withered little cord was just a boy thing.