But you are not a baby...you talk like your big brother and sisters and make me smile to myself when you start a sentence with, "Actually..." which sounds more like, "Akchulee...".
Your family loves you so much. Jeremy and Sadie have both loved taking care of you since you were a tiny little guy. Last month, Jeremy randomly said to me while we all played together, "In Asher's 179-word dictionary, his definition for 'boat' would say, 'So, so, so, so fun.'" I think you are each other's saving grace in your girl-trapped worlds.
Although it makes Daddy feel bad, you always want me to put you to bed and recently have asked for the same two songs every night..."Mairzy Doates" and "Sing a Song of Sixpence".
You are silly when you dance.
You love Buzz Lightyear, Garth Vay-duh, and the color green.
You stub your chubby toes until they bleed.
You look the most like me of all the kids (Grammy says).
You love all things boy.
You love to jump to me in the pool. You can't sit through FHE, but love nursery.
You love your nap, once I can get you to your crib.
You really, really love me.
And I love you.
SO much.
I don't know what I'd do without you, my blonde little lover boy. You are the best, Asher Baby.
