Happy New Year! I'm all a blur - call me Mr. Excitement! |
Mommy made me promise that my New Year's resolutions would include a commitment to have zero hospital stays this entire year. To be hospital free. And, in other words, no hospitals in 2012! Please, she added. In 16 months I have spent four weeks in the hospital at various times, not counting extraneous doctor visits there. Mommy feels that was quite enough.
Who needs hospitals anyway? Abba and mommy are veritable medical experts now. Every night they attach my Rudolph-the-Red-Toed-Reindeer monitor to my big toe and I sleep with a blinking electronic device in my crib as a monstrous machine in the shape of carry-on luggage pumps oxygen into my bed. As per my new and perfected reflex of throwing anything that crosses paths with my hands I launched said monitor from my crib one morning just for the sheer joy of the crash sound. Unfortunately for me it landed on the carpet so the noise wasn't fulfilling. But abba breathed a sigh of relief after flying into my room to check on the status of the rented device. Thankfully it did not break.
But I digress. We rang in the New Year yesterday with an auspicious occasion. Or so everyone but Lucas thought. On Jan. 1, by some counts the eighth day of Lucas' life, he had his brit, or for those of you from America, bris. That is another word for circumcision. Or Edward Scissor Hands.
We had a small gathering of family and friends at our home. Of course, they came, really, for my hospital release party, but I don't dare steal the spotlight from Lucas. Or, dare I?
Of course no brit would be complete without a rabbi, a Christmas tree and lights. And so Lucas' was the perfect combination of the three.
GongGong the Brave was asked to hold one of Lucas' legs while Ossie held GongGong's shoulder and Lucas lie oblivious to what was ahead |
Ossie also gave GongGong a pep talk |
Even I was a little concerned during the brit as it brought back not so distant memories |
This time was different - it was a two-week stay. We left our home as three and returned as four! It was definitely worth a party.
And let the pain, er, I mean games begin! (Note the Christmas tree in the background) |
By Catholic accounts, Jan. 1 is celebrated as Jesus' brit as well. Whether that was the actual date or not is subject to argument, but if you want to believe that it is, it is a special day for Lucas on several fronts.
Whew - its over now, Lucas is safe in abba's arms |
We can all finally breathe now
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In keeping with the "new" theme of staging this event on Jan. 1, we are hoping for some new beginnings now. Enough with the old doctors (we switched to a new, nice, angelic doctor), the hospital, viruses, and all other unpleasant things. Now we have a new brother, a new baby, a new year and new toys that I got for Christmas. Even Lucas, just days old, has a new item too thanks to the rabbi! So hopefully all these past months of viruses and the past few weeks in the hospital can slip away with 2011 and all things can become new in 2012.
How do you like my spiffy outfit? |
"My First Christmas" "My First and Last Brit" |
Lucas dressed appropriately for the occasion. Don't you think? |
I loved this!!! His reindeer/xmas clothes for the brit! Also, I want a better picture of Daniel's outfit..I want to see his Little Lord Fauntleroy clothes. Also, i can't believe Dis could handle that..
ReplyDeleteI agree, I love your post, Daniel (Nicole! ha ha!). And your beautiful babies!! So precious... You are blessed! I'm so happy to have gotten caught up on your family's news and learn of your new arrival. I'm sure all the FB friends would love to see more pictures of Lucas too (hint, hint). But I can only imagine, life must be very full, each day.
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