Pease Porridge in the Pot

Nine days old.

What does that nursery rhyme even mean, anyway?

"Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old."

I have no idea.

But that's what Andrew is - nine days old.

Here are some pics.

These two did a great job holding down the fort at home while Andrew and I were in the hospital.

Heading home!

Andrew's favourite spot to hang out.

I have a baby brother!

Playtime!

It's coming for me!

Lights out.

How often do you think I'm going to get to do this?

 In some ways this week has felt like one long to-do list.  So far we've had two home visits by a doctor and her assistant, we got Andrew's birth certificate, I got my stitches out, Phil went and bought Andrew some clothes, we took the birth certificate to be translated...

Next up we have two more doctors' appointments, picking up the translated birth certificate, getting passport photos, writing thank you cards...

But these are all good things.  And most of the paperwork stuff has to do with the passport, which we're very motivated to get if we want to fly back to Canada in May!

Really it's been a good week.  It will just take us a while to get adjusted to our "new normal".

Oh, and the crib tent/room sharing situation is working out pretty well so far.  Bethany's learning to sleep through Andrew's crying, and so far she hasn't attempted to chuck anything into the crib.  :)