Jobe at four weeks, Study # 1: It had been too long since we had last seen Jobe and so on this, the day that he turned four weeks old, Margie and I shirked our various responsibilities and drove into Anchorage to visit him. Kalib was at daycare. Lavina had been spending all of her time inside the house, caring for baby, so we let her take our car and we stayed alone with Jobe.
Here he is, sleeping in his grandma's arms.
Study # 2: Sleeping in his grandma's arms, another view.
He begins to wake up.
He wakes up and cries out for milk. Margie hands him to me and then goes to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of momma's breast milk that Lavina left in the refrigerator.
Now he is in my arms.
His little hand.
He brings his little hand to his mouth.
Margie returns with the milk, takes Jobe from me and feeds him. The bottle leaks. His pajamas get wet.
Margie lays him upon the changing table. Blue dolphins swim through the air above him.
After removing his wet clothing, grandma puts dry ones on him.
Having changed him, grandma smooths out his pajama collar.
Grandma holds and pats him as Kalib looks out at me from a picture that I took when he was within a week of the same age.
Jobe at four weeks, Study # 12: Back in his mother's arms. Before returning to the house, she stopped at daycare, picked Kalib up early and brought him home.
Kalib also starred in many shots after this. It is my intent to continue on with this day's take tomorrow, with the emphasis on Kalib.
But who knows what will happen between now and then?
Still, it is my intent. I'm pretty sure I will do it.