Monday, April 22, 2013
My house is a tornado most of the time. Asher discovered some goldfish and and juice box left by a friend and now he has pink juice all over his shirt and there is a trail of goldfish crumbs by my bed.
But with all the goldfish crumbs comes trucks, airplanes, and trains also scattered all over my apartment. There is no question who the perpetrator is.
And since he refused to nap (possibly because of the very loud hammering and mariachi music playing outside our apartment (literally, construction on the outside walls of our apartment)), and I wanted a few minutes of me time, every member of the family is here in the bedroom with me. Asher, Allyson, and Cass. Cass thinks he needs to be held whenever the littles are asleep, and he is refusing to move. So I guess that is the way it is.
It is our new normal. It's not bad, just an adjustment. It's okay that there is a toy cement truck on my side of the bed and a tractor on Bills. Its our life, and we like it.
I'm really going to like my life when the babysitter comes over for an evening!
Did I mention that Asher is tall? He's really tall, as in the size of a 4-5 year old - he's in the 95% for height. Where did that come from? Clearly he got it from his tall parents...
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Occasionally, he likes to be close to her.
Bill enjoying his babies and MLB TV. Dream come true.
When I had Allyson, I thought she looked like a picture of me from the hospital. Then I had my mom text me the picture, and I don't think she looks as much like me as I thought. But here are the pictures, plus Asher so you can see how different they are. And yes, she has brown hair- like Bill. I guess we have his and hers kids.
Me-1983 Allyson 2013
And lastly, our Christmas photo for the Christmas cards that never were completed.
I guess we need to work on getting a new family picture.