--He weighs in at about 14 pounds and has a massive double chin.
--He's a cuddler, a cooer, a sleeper, and a grunter.
-- He frequently smells like baby puke. Maybe his mom, whoever she is, should consider bathing him more than once a week.
--He hardly ever cries. When big brother's loving gets a little too hard too handle, Asher's eyes scream out, "Help me, Help me!" but his lips stay sealed. In short, the heavens seem to have recognized that another, shall we say, strong-willed child would be it for me and procreation. Asher is as mild-mannered as they come. Knock on wood.
When Asher first came home from the hospital, my multi-talented friend Fig came over with her fancy-schmancy camera and took some photos of him for me. Said photo shoot resulted in Asher peeing on five sheets, two pillows, and my blue jeans. Fig and I also about died from laughter at our extreme inaptitude of posing a newborn.
Still, she got some great shots. I know they're two months old, but I still wanted to share.
And here's Asher today, thanks to my multi-talented S-I-L Sarah and her fancy, schmancy camera.
3 comments:
He is such a cute little boy, I am glad that you got such a sweet baby, sometimes I wonder why we still want kids with some of the stuff we have to deal with them. The sweet moments probably have something to do with it!
I love baby Asher, and I don't know who you're calling multi-talented . . . unless you consider the ability to out-eat every man you know a talent.
WE LOVE ASHER! Those are some really sweet pictures! =)
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