Asher’s Adventures

Normally I deal well with change.  But not when it comes to technology.  Or electronics.  Leave well enough alone I say.  So our stolen video camera got replaced.  This camera also takes pictures.  Great little gadget most would say.  But.  I.  can’t.  stand it!  I just can’t quite figure it out.  Which means I can’t take pictures with it to save my life.  I’ll get used to it.  I hope.  What’s killing me the most is that Asher is either moving too much or won’t get far enough away for me to be able to capture a shot of him.  So dang it.  I put the camera on auto, put the flash up (which I hate), ran away from the baby and snapped this.  Surely it’s going to get better.  If not this blog is going to stay sorely lacking of what you want the most!! 

Okay.  Rant over.  Here’s the pic.

Oh!  And I just cut his hair the other night.  This is the result.  (Nothing too drastic obviously but his bangs no longer reach his lips and he’s very happy about that!)

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Asher has said his first word! 

BABY

Usually he says this as he’s pointing to a picture of himself.  :)  Proud parents we are.

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Asher now has his 8th tooth (the lower right incisor).  Usually he poos a lot more when he’s teething then stops when the tooth breaks through the skin.  But all of the sudden he’s pooping a lot again making me one confused mommy.  I stuck my finger in his mouth and - wowee - he’s cutting his first molar (the top and right side of his mouth)!  The poor dear!  No wonder he’s nursing like a wildman suddenly as well!  We’ll get through it. 

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Asher pretending to talk on daddy’s phone:

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Asher getting ready for a car trip with his Cars snack box and his Cars back pack (full of toys of course) - and if you look closely he is taking his Elmo phone too. 

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Asher turned 15 months old last Thursday.  These were taken that day.  They make me want to clean everything in sight.

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Asher has his own cabinet in the kitchen.  He climbs into it and closes the door.  I say, “Where’s the baby?”  He throws the door open with a big grin and I say, “There he is!”  And of course there are many repetitions of this.

Now sometimes we go to the kitchen and I say, “Get in your cabinet.”  That would have to sound strange to a guest!

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Keep your eye on that yellow boat.

One way or another he’s going to get that yellow boat inside that shape sorter!

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