me: whatcha doing, bud?
asher: gotta get baby nate. c'mon baby nate. (he tries to pick his little brother up)
me: ohhhh no. he's sleeping right now, asher. let's leave him there.
asher: ok, mama.
this incident was adorable and terrifying at the same time. i'm glad i was sitting there to stop him before he got a good grip on baby nate. i love that he's trying to be a helper and a good big brother though. who knows? maybe in a few years when he's like 6, i can just let asher do all the baby burping and diaper changing and food cooking and house cleaning while i sit on the couch eating chocolate peanut butter fudge ice cream and watching jerry springer.
i kid. you know i love that boy too much to force him into manual labor. i don't even watch jerry.
speaking of jerry springer, my dad told me that he watches it in the afternoons while he rides the
here's a picture of my dad with the stink (notice the burp cloth on the back of the couch):
and with the little buddy:
jerry! jerry! jerry!
hehehehehe. love you, dad.