hey, jealousy

*bryan is hugging me
asher: hey! stop it! you can't get dat mama!
bryan: what?! i'm just hugging her. she's my wifey.
asher: no! it's not a wipey! it's a mama!
bryan: she's a wifey too!
asher: nope! she my mama! you can't get her! stop it!
bryan: nope.
asher: wanna hoooooold you, mama!

asher doesn't like to share his mama.

baby poop

me: gotta change brother's diaper.
asher: yep.
me: oh! he pooped!
asher: yep. he poop.
me: yeah.
asher: wook at dat! he got pway-doh on da butt!

play-doh on the butt sounds like a pretty serious condition. who let that baby sit in play-doh?!

awkwardly hilarious

it took me a while to decide if this was blog appropriate, so let me just apologize in advance if you find it appalling that i would share this conversation with the world. however, i find it too funny and too true to what life is like with little boys to not share...here we go!

as previously stated, we're trying to keep asher out of the bathroom when i'm showering simply because he's getting older and becoming more aware and asking questions. today, he barged in as i was drying off after my shower.

asher: der's mama's belly!
me: yep.
asher: what's dat, mama?
me: ummm...that's mama's hoohoo.
*i quickly wrap the towel around myself
asher: mama's hoohoo?!
* he chuckles to himself
asher: no, mama!! dat's your butt!
me: *laughing too hysterically to respond

i warned you it was awkward.

and hilarious.

welcome to my world.

sweet boy

we went to the playground today to play with some friends. baby nate and i sat down at a picnic table beside the playground and watched asher play. here's a convo i overheard between him and an older girl.


asher: hey, wittle gurl. see dat ober der? dat's my mama standing ober der. you see her?
little girl: *stares at asher. then at me. then back at asher.
asher: hey, mama!!
*he waves his hand at me and smiles really big.
asher: dat's my mama!
*asher runs off to play some more. the little girl gives him a "who cares, kid?" kind of look.

i'm so proud that he's so proud to show off his mommy...even if the other kids give him strange looks.

he may be the stinkiest stinkin' stinker there is, but he's also positively heart melting.

my son is a magician

asher: what happened, mama?
*asher jumps off of the end of the coffee table where he was sitting
me: i don't know. what is that?
*there's a puddle on the coffee table
asher: i not know!
*he slaps the puddle of whatever with his hand
me: did you spill your juice?
*then i notice he doesn't have his juice
asher: nope.
me: did you wet through your diaper already?!
asher: nope.
*i feel his diaper and it's dry
me: well, what is that?

after some quick investigating (i smelled it. bad idea.), i discovered it was definitely pee. however, i was baffled because, as previously stated, his diaper was dry. then i realized that somehow asher had magically finagled his diddle out the side of his diaper and then peed...directly on top of my coffee table. i have no idea how he got the didster outside of the diaper.

he's magic.

boys are so weird.

have i mentioned lately that i have a stinker problem?

asher's crab

asher: i gotta crwab, mama. wook at dat crwab!
me: what? a crab?
asher: yep.
*he points to his knee
me: oh! you mean, a scab!
asher: yes. a crwab.

bryan taught asher that the booboo on his knee has a scab on it. apparently, it has a crustacean on it as well.

asher's imagination

i've noticed that asher has really begun to use his imagination. here are some of my favorites that i've heard over the past week:

*talking to a green duck made from play-doh
asher: oh! hey, duck. what's up? what you do? i just playing play-doh with mommy.
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*holding a block over his head
asher: you hear dat?
me: what is it?
asher: dat's a heddacopter fwying up in da sky, mama!
*he zooms his block around
me: oh yeah! look at that helicopter!
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*holding a play-doh ball
asher: i playing baseball!!
(sigh. i had hoped he'd be a basketball man.)
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*holding a #8 play-doh cutter
asher: it's a # H, mama! (we're working on letters and numbers. sometimes he calls the #8 the #H. i imagine it is a little confusing since they're only one sound different)
*he holds the #8 up in the sky
asher: it's dark, mama! see da moon? the #H is in the sky on da moon!

4 eyes

asher: look at mommy's eye!
*he pokes his finger under my glasses
me: yes. how many eyes does mommy have?
asher: one, two...thwee!
me: three? let me count. one and two! only two!
asher: no, thwee, mama.
me: no, we only have two eyes. one, two.
asher: no, mama. one, two, thwee, four!
me: four eyes?
asher: yes! mama got four eyes!

keep it up, kid. between me and your daddy, odds are you'll be wearing glasses soon too.

big boy baby nate

asher: wook, mama. baby nate is roahwen ober.
me: oh! he is trying to roll over! you're right, asher!
asher: yep. he's just roahwen, mama.


for the past week or so, baby nate has been trying his darndest to roll over. when i lay him on his back to play, he'll roll up on his side and play like that for a while, then roll back flat. he hasn't quite learned how to get his chubby, little arm out from underneath him yet, but i have a feeling it won't be long until he's rolling like a pro.

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the stinker says...

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