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| 4 months old and chillaxin' in my lazy boy |
The "terrible" two's are upon us. And by that I mean a slightly more independent and stubborn two year old, who sometimes likes to remove his own diaper and attempt to wipe his own bottom. So I thought before it becomes too terrible, I'd jot down some of the many many things I love about my precious boy, from day one to 26 months.
Asher, this is for you. One day you'll be 16 and trying to sneak out of the house, and I'll catch you, sit you down on
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| the first outfit i ever bought him...Janie and Jack "how to be a pirate" shirt, and my favorite hat |
The language called "Asher"--
Asher's favorite word of all time: COW
His first words: mama, then dada, then ball
grapes: beeps
Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes (the song): hippos and knees
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star: ya ya ya ya tar
peekaboo: hippo
play: pyay
truck: kyuck
fish: nemos (whether they're swimming or come out of a box)
dip (ketchup, syrup, etc): bup
duck: wack
please: weez
jump: dup
blanket: bubut
any kind of ball, whether football, baseball, bouncy ball, etc: beesyball
juice: ghoose, and the gh is all gurgley sounding in his throat
cake: Cek. Like a valley girl trying to sound cool.
potty: poppy
balloon: bee-em, sounds like BM
sunglasses: suh suhs
circle: kurkle
Sentences: He's been putting together two words for a while now, like "mama play" or "red car." He's starting to put three words together, although he still has a way to go on full subject/verb sentences.
hippos and knees!
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| hippo! |
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| Hmm..can i fit a pretzel inside my belly button? |
Cool factoids:
He knows every sound of every possible animal that makes sounds. (Minus fancy endangered species-type animals).
He loves his belly button. A few months ago, his thing was pointing out other people's "bubbons," sometimes even attempting to lift their shirt to see their wondrous bubbon. Oh the horror.
He is a great helper and will put his toys away, with some help and coaxing.
He loves to sleep completely under the covers, like a bear in hibernation. I sneak in his room every night to move the covers back from his head and make sure he's getting air.
He loves cake pops from Starbucks. He calls them "pop cek"
He loves to help. If I'm cleaning the kitchen, he'll beg for a sponge, then go around wiping random things saying "help!"
He is ALL boy. He loves balls, tractors, cars, choo choo's, bugs, dirt, running, jumping, and chasing.
He's a skinny mini. He burns off everything he eats and then some. I've had more people than I can count tell me he's the most active toddler they've ever seen. He has the body of a marathon runner. A tiny cute one. :)
He loves to dance. He's got some sweet moves.
From day one, he was THE perfect baby. Happy as a clam. Only cried when really hungry. Slept well. Went everywhere with us. Chris and I had a grand ol' time going on date nights all the time, hauling our quiet sleeping baby with us. He let people hold him. He didn't cry when we left. Now, he still sleeps from 7:30 pm to 8:00 am, he loves going to other people's houses and church nursery, he plays by himself really well, he's not too attached to me or Chris, and he is finally starting to want to snuggle and cuddle for more than 1 minute! My take on his personality is that because he's so ready to go and loves to play and is independent, that he just doesn't have time to sit still on mama's lap, and well, just sit. But nap time and bedtime are a different story. See below.
He loves to point out who's stuff is who's. He'll somehow find Chris's iPhone and come hand it to me, saying dada's. He'll hand me my bra and say mama's. Sometimes he tries to put on my bra and run around the house yelling "mama's, mama's!" hehehee
He loves to watch himself in videos and look at himself live on camera. If he wants to look at himself, he'll say "Asher, Asher, Asher" while shoving the phone in my face.
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| he really helped with laundry that day |
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| a day at the farm |
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| muah! |
Cute moments to remember:
Hi! He LOVES to tell people hi. At the checkout counter at Walmart. In line at Chipotle. At church. At home. Everywhere. He will tell you hi at least 18 times, one after the other. It's really awkward when the person in front of you in line has said "hi" back at least 18 times too.
Soap. He calls lotion soap. He also thinks that lotion (soap) has magical healing powers. When he gets hurt, he cries and asks for "soap." If we do indeed give him some "soap," he proceeds to put it in his hair. Even if his ouchie was on his foot. His "soap" still goes in his hair. It's especially heartbreaking when he really does hurt himself, like bashing his head into the side of a coffee table, and you're holding him and all he can say through his tears is "soap soap soap."
Kisses and hugs. His very first interaction with another girl his age was to give her a hug. And another hug. And another. It was really cute at first, but when the other girl started getting weirded out, I wondered how I was going to tell Asher he had a limit on hugs. Now it's kisses. He loves to give kisses. Especially to his baby sister.
Itchy. He loves using this adjective. When he's tired, he says "itchy eyes." When he bumps his leg, he'll rub it and say "itchy." And, when he's truly itchy, he'll tell you. :) It's just too cute for words.
He loves to copy us. If I'm brushing my teeth, he'll go grab Chris's toothbrush and brush his teeth. Basically that means he'll stick the toothbrush under the water and suck all the water out. Rinse and repeat. :)
He loves a good bath. He'll spend hours (ok, not really, but many many minutes) playing with various and sundry tupperwares and cups and ducks and cars in the water. And he LOVES bubbles.
Here is my sweet one year old jumping in his crib-his favorite pastime!
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| cutie bootie |
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| old man in his bathrobe |
Habits and Routines:
Sleep: He takes one nap now, and has since he's been about 16 months old. Up until his recent breakthrough, nap time uses to consist of two hours of playing, destroying his room, and standing naked on the windowsill, then two hours of sleep. Now (knock on wood) he seems to go down for a nap pretty easily. Bedtime is at 7:30, and has gotten consistently smoother since we changed over from his crib to a daybed. Bedtime routine is snuggling up, reading a few books, singing a couple songs, telling everything in the room "night night," then prayers and kisses. It is one of my most treasured moments with Asher.
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| sleep position #1 |
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| sleep position #2 |
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| sleep position #3 |
Mealtime: Picky picky picky! I can't get this kid to eat the same thing twice. Healthy things, that is. It's a miracle if I can get squash, tomatoes, green beans, or corn down his throat. He loves CHEESE. He also loves SWEETS. Poor kid, got his momma's sweet tooth. Sometimes he'll eat eggs, lunch meat, pasta, yogurt, cereal, and fruit. He'll eat PB&J, but he wants to "opeyit" which means licking the PB off the bread and rubbing it all over his head. Chicken nuggets and "Bup" are a favorite. Again, ketchup gets everywhere. I've yet to find a good solid meal he'll eat on a regular basis. It's trial and error every single day.
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| his first lollipop |
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| Momma's boy :) |
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| Holding his baby sister for the first time |
"row up"-- Asher has learned the art of manipulation. He will make himself throw up if he doesn't want to go to bed. That, mixed with genuinely sick throw-up nights does not make for a nice bedtime routine. At least he's learned the words "row up" and will yell them out before he actually does the deed. That leaves me enough time to grab him and stuff him into the bathtub before he barfs all over the floor. It really breaks my heart seeing him throw up, whether it's because he's really sick or b/c he's trying to avoid bedtime.
Poopy diapers. He's learned how to "change" his own diaper. I think we've pretty much nipped that in the bud with duck tape.
That is my boy. And I love him. 100%
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