We brought the pool home (it's funny to look in your rearview and see a giant giraffe staring at you in rush hour traffic) and set it up on the back porch. Most mornings Asher wakes up, has a fresh diaper and heads to the kitchen for some oatmeal and spoon practice. This generally means a giant mess, which lead to the post-breakfast pool dip. He just play out back in his diaper, rotating from his pool to the dog's bowl. Don't worry, I clean both the pool and the dog's water bowl every day so it's fresh water. Someone (Hi Shara!) kindly pointed out that there were no recent pictures of Asher, so here you go. Enjoy him and all the cuteness he has to offer. Oh, and you're welcome. Oh, and by the way, there are like fourtyseventhousand pictures. You're very welcome. I'll try to keep my comments to a minimum.
See his hand? That's from the bar-be-que pit.
We wave bye bye to all airplanes. So if you fly over us, know we're waving.
This is the day he figured out he didn't need any help to go up or down this little step.
Each up and each down was followed with either "yay!" or "ta dahhhhhhhh" from Asher.
Please tell me you can see the mischief all over this face...
We keep him swimming in those regular diapers ... the weight slows him down just a tad...
And a very very very happy birthday to Daddy today!