Anya

Anya to me: "Mom, you don't look like a mom, you look like you're 11. Maybe because you are so short."

Anya to me: "Mom, can you make Austria a rainbow shirt?"
Me: "I've actually never made a shirt."
Anya: "You've made pants, I think you can handle it."

At dinner John said something about being a doctor now, Anya picked up on it and said, "WHAT???  YOU are a DOCTOR???"  (she was shocked and surprised, she was thinking medical doctor)
John: "Yes, a doctor of philosophy."
Anya, totally unimpressed now, "What is philosophy?"
Me: "He is a doctor of aerospace."
Anya, becoming even more unimpressed, "What is that?"
John: "I know about things that fly."
Anya, almost upset, "Like birds and butterflies?!?!"

Washington's Home

Little Washington is a free man!

His sisters were ecstatic that he's finally home and were able to see him "for real" which, I learned, means "not through a glass". Apparently, it doesn't count seeing someone through a window pane. That's just silly.

Anya hasn't changed a diaper yet but we're still hoping our oldest daughter will pull through and step up to the plate. At least we hope she watches his little neck from falling back too far...

Austria can't wait for him to start playing "Prince" with them. I'm sure you can figure out what the game of  "Prince" entails...

Olympia might love him most of all. She always wants to hold him, give him kisses, and rub his face. Perhaps she thinks that he will be her personal friend like Anya and Austria usually are with each other.

They all are excited to see their little brother grow and for the most part are pretty careful with him. He hasn't crossed the five pound mark yet but hopefully it will occur sometime this week.

Lastly, here's a cute little picture of Olympia taken by Anya. Currently, Anya needs about 100 attempts to get one worth keeping. I should really teach her how to take her time but digital pictures are so cheap, it's fun to see what she comes up with.

Washington in Alcatraz

Little Washington has been working on pulling out his feeding tube all week long (and digging a hole through his cell wall to get out of there!). (Interesting facts: his feeding tube extends 18 centimeters from his nose down to his stomach and he eats on average about 3 ounces in 1.5 hours)

He was finally successful with pulling his tube out and gave a smile of satisfaction! (You would too, if, from the day you were born, you had a tube running up your nose...)  

 

Afterwards, he promptly fell asleep and dreamed about living just one minute outside of his prison- hospital.

 But dreams come true! We posted bail and Little Washington should come home this week!
 

The warden-nurses want to keep him there (and only one publicly admitted to holding him for no reason other than because she wanted to) but Washington has served his time and should be a free man soon.

Lastly, we went to a meeting where we met the parents of the other inmates.  The "crimes" of the other little guys were pretty rough and so many of them will be there for months.  Poor little guys. I hope they get on parole soon.

However, we're glad Washington's sentence was only a few weeks and consider it a true blessing. (It put some things in perspective....I walked away with a lot more gratitude for what I have...) We consider it a wonderful miracle and can't wait to let his sisters hold him!