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Day 72 – Me & Asher

Day 72.

The reality and weight of now having a baby in the house hasn’t really hit me between the eyes just yet, but today it was definitely getting around the facial region. Asher has actually been a pretty good kiddo, but there’s no way for him to understand the whole 7 hour difference in time, sleeping schedules, eating schedules, etc. To make matters worse, Liza has finally crashed after going on pure adrenaline for the last three weeks, and I feel so bad for her.

Then there’s me, responsible for bringing home the bacon, but needed to help with Asher as much as possible because mama is running a fever and going back and forth between the hots and chills all day. And yet, through it all, I have no choice but to do my best, and leave the rest to the divine Creator of the universe.  One of the greatest things about trusting in God is that His sovereignty actually makes a difference in my real life. It’s not some esoteric knowledge that’s good for only me and quite frankly, good for nothing. It’s real and tangible and causes me to think and act differently when going through the common, every day stresses and events of life, because I know He is completely and utterly in control.  It’s so easy to get caught up in all the doing of life, that we miss simply being.

I’ll give you a for instance.

This evening I have all sorts of bills to pay, tasks to do for the website, emails to get caught up on, Facebook messages to respond to, and for crying out loud I have my first of three fantasy drafts tomorrow and I haven’t looked at a single cheat sheet yet! But Liza is in bed, her mom is over graciously helping out with the mess we’ve created in the last couple of days, and Asher is getting seriously sick of living room. So, while I respect the mortgage company’s desire for my check, some daddy-Asher time was more important, so we went for a walk down to our community lake and back.  This was our first time ergo-ing it together, and I have to say, piece of cake. The boy didn’t cry a lick.  And I had to take a couple picks for my friend Amy, per her request:

everydaywithchickfila1(Dad, why are we stopping?)


(Really, again?)


(Now you want to be in the pic?  You’re getting carried away here buddy.)

This day was also momentous because earlier in the day, Asher made his first Chick-fil-A run with dad! His first greeters were Phyllis and I believe it’s Kailyn? Will need to confirm that later.

everydaywithchickfilaWe had some time to kill before picking up our Carlita’s Bowl Veggies from the Coop delivery, so we took shelter from the bright sun iin a nicely wooded parking lot at the girls’ West Pasco softball complex, and in case you were wondering, this is what an Asian Salad (same drum, I know) with extra wontons looks like.

everydaywithchickfila5And to make sure I documented the moment forever, here is a sleeping Asher and a photobombing dad, though really it’s more of a bristly dimple than anything:

everydaywithchickfila6Not only did I get to teach him about Chick-fil-A today, I also got to make his dinner and feed him too, which is the first time his mama hasn’t done it in about three weeks.  Open wide, buddy:

everydaywithchickfila7So now it’s almost 9:30 and I am quite confident that the flu or whatever my dear wife has will be on my docket next week, since I’m pretty sure I’m at the end of my adrenaline quotient as well. I suppose I should take this time to grab some shut eye while the boy’s getting his.

Guess the mortgage payment will have to be paid another day.