Yesterday was Asher’s 2nd birthday. Happy Birthday, my sweet little boy!
Stats:
Weight: 30 lbs (63rd percentile)
Height: 39″ (99th percentile)
I can’t believe he’s 2, and I can’t believe he’s only 2- all at the same time. It seems like he’s always been a part of us. Such a fun little boy. And to think that I thought I wouldn’t know what to do with a boy. God had such a gift in store for us when we had each of our kids- and I do love my boy.
Two years ago
And now here he is, 2 years later, opening some gifts from Aunt Patti with a little help from Amai.
Amai wanted to help
Loves the new hat
Taking a break for a drink
By far his favorite book of all time
Trying on Asher's new mustache!
Just a few thoughts on Asher:
-He came into the world and practically smiled at me when they laid him on my chest. I was taken with how directly he stared at me and how sweet he seemed then. And his little personality has remained very tender and sweet as he’s grown. He is a very soft hearted boy- often crying or getting very upset when he sees someone else upset.
-He is all boy. Though he is a sensitive one, he is very active and has scaled things that Amai never would have even thought of trying to climb at this age. I’m constantly amazed at how much more persistent he is at trying to get into things he’s not supposed to. We’ve had to lock down almost every single cabinet and drawer in our house so he won’t dismantle it piece by piece. I think we only childproofed one cabinet with kitchen chemicals when Amai was little. The differences in sexes are so vast, as are the differences in the personalities of our kids.
-Like Amai, we just adore Asher. He has been so much fun to have around. My prayer is for a long, blessed life for him.
Well, I feel about 7 lbs. lighter after experiencing one of the worst stomach viruses I’ve ever had. I didn’t feel all that hot on Thursday, but just attributed it to a bad pregnancy day. Lo and behold, I started puking my guts out at about 8:30 that night. Amai started up at about 11 pm, poor thing. And poor Chris had to rush back and forth between us, cleaning up, making sure we were ok, etc.
The real fun started at about 1:30, when I started having hard contractions. After calling my ob, he told me to get to L&D at the hospital so they could rehydrate me for the contractions to stop. I asked if that was completely necessary, and he said, “well, it’s up to you, but I don’t want you going into pre-term labor.” So we went. All four of us. Imagine this- a woman comes into L&D, with a bowl in her hand and almost passes out right when she comes in. Her daughter is throwing up into her own bowl, and her son is babbling nonsense in his umbrella stoller and laughing because he’s so tired. Her husband is now patting their daughter on the back, and holding his wife up while they bring out a wheelchair. Yes, it was fun.
Everything is back to normal now. Minus the 7 pounds I lost in 24 hours. The fluids they gave me helped the contractions stop, and the virus ran its course in due time. And I hope I never have it again. Thank you God for getting us through that night. Please watch over Chris as he is the only one that hasn’t had this… yet.
I’m flabbergasted at what lengths people will go to to cover the truth. Today after a harrowing trip to the grocery store with both kids (now I remember why I always prefer to go alone) I witnessed a middle-aged woman pull in to a parking spot and smash into the car directly in front of her. I sat and watched her from inside my car, not wanting to get out after wrestling both kids back into their carseats, waiting to see what she would do.
So, she got out of her car, went to look at the bumper she had just hit, and walked to the end of her car where she stood thinking about something. She turned around, got back in her car, and though I thought she was going to get something out of her car to write a note to the other driver, she pulled her car out, and re-parked two spaces away!!! What in the world? I memorized her license plate number just in case the damage was bad and pulled out of my space to drive around to look at the innocent bumper that had been hit.
Luckily it really looked like no damage more than a minor scratch was done. But here’s the thing. Tell the truth, people!!! Didn’t your mother teach you that even if you took something from a store when you were a kid, that you would have to go back into the store and apologize? Or that if you told a lie, no matter how big or small, a lie is a lie and you would need to admit it and make things right where they were made wrong? Didn’t your mothers teach you right from wrong? Because if I remember correctly, when I learned to drive, if I had done something like this my parents would have made me at least leave a note. And they would have definitely disagreed with me trying to hide my error by moving my car.
This disturbs me on several levels really. The woman driving the car was driving a jaguar, and the car she hit was an H3. I’m assuming that both drivers have plenty of insurance and money to cover a small fender bender like this. And the woman was middle-aged for crying out loud! She should know better.
So there it is- my indignation over the lack of morals and cloudiness of right and wrong that seems to pervade our society. Sorry for the rant, I just couldn’t believe it. Note to my children when you are older: Mom will make you leave a note if you hit someone’s car. What you do with the small errors of life shape how you will handle the bigger things that come your way later.
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