New Swimsuit...

I bought Ash a new swimsuit and it looked a little small. I put it on to make sure it would fit and he wouldn't let me take it back off. Mr. Independent. That is his new nickname. He can talk, he can understand, and he will tell you what he wants to do.

We were going to grandmas's for dinner, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

He gave the new swimsuit a thorough testing first.

A few squats (he honestly just started doing this on his own...):


Rolling around on the floor:


His hair is also getting better... a few of the curls are finally coming back. (This is the face I get now when I say "smile"... so get used to it)


And of course... the outfit wouldn't be complete without my uggs:

Real Housewives

If you watch the Real Housewives of NY (like I do) then you probably also find this funny:

Judge Judy vs the housewives

Cake Wrecks

Here is a funny website I was introduced to today:

cakewrecks.blogspot.com

It is pictures of professionally made cakes that just turned out horribly.

I particularly enjoyed the one who felt the need to recreate the "joy" of birth.


Is that even anatomically correct? That looks more like the back side than the business end.

And the person who got a cake for the gerbil's birthday:


Fun stuff

Bad haircuts, talking, and more...

THE HAIR:

Ash's hair has been butchered. I took him to Cookie Cutters... I asked for a 1/2 inch trim... and we went from something like this:


to this:


Tom and I both agree it is totally girly. All curls are gone and the bangs are way to far to the sides. I can't decide whether to let it grow back out, or just go have it cut back into the faux hawk.

TALKING:
Ash talks A LOT now. It's awesome because he can tell me what he wants, that he is poopy, or for example today he was able to tell me how he let the cat outside (she's supposed to stay inside).

I was making dinner. Not paying attention as he opened and closed the door.


Until he ran back into the kitchen and yelled "MAISY" and then "GO".


He'd come to tell me he'd let maisy out. He's not only smart enough to understand she can't go out, but that he should come tell me she did go out. Wowsa. He then spent the next half hour following me around outside yelling "MAISY" and "C'MON".

DADDY LOVE
Maisy is not the only one subject to being bossed around. Ash was mostly standing by the door waiting for dad to get home. This is what he does while he is waiting:



Daddy... c'mon.

Swim lessons...

Asher is taking swim lessons... they aren't so much to learn to swim but to get used to the water.

As I run on the track at the gym I see all the babies playing in the pool together and its always looked so fun. I missed the deadline to get in, but Tom did a little flirting and got us in.

They have him kick his legs, move his arms, blow bubbles, and try to climb out on his own. Then came the big one... a total dunk. I was so scared he'd freak out. They have you blow in face so he'll take a breath, then just dunk him under. I did it... waiting for the scream. I lifted him up, he opened his eyes and just laughed. He thought it was fun! What the WHAT?!? Daredevil.

I finally got a pic of the water slide too. Hard to see, but there he is loving the ride. Little stink.

Funny things of the moment...

These are the funny things Asher is doing right now:

1. Sings the "five dollar footlong" song from subway. All day long. Out of no where he says "five oller" and holds up his five fingers. When the commercial comes on he stops whatever he's doing to watch (and possibly dance).

2. Says "tank you" all the time. Anything you give him will earn you a sweet little innocent "tank you". It makes me want to give him EVERYTHING.

3. Says "damn it". It started with dang it (which is apparently hard for him to say). At night he watches The Upside Down show before bed. They have "action fingers" so he'll sit on the couch moving his little fingers like the "action fingers". I turned to the station... and no upside downers. I said "Dang it... it's not on." He looked at me like "make it come on." So I said "Dang it... no action fingers tonight." He looked at me and said "damn it." Now anytime something isn't right he says damn it. Fabulous. I had to explain that one at daycare. Fun stuff.

Summer could you come faster please?

So ready for the warmth and sunshine. We got a tease the last two days with 60 degree weather. You can't believe how warm 60 feels when you are so used to 30.

I got Ash a little bike helmet (thanks to my good friend nicole!). Tom officially requested it so he could take him in the bike trailer as it gets warmer. Ash loves it because it looks just like Toms. He wears it around the house. The other day we were leaving for daycare and he wouldn't go without the helmet. I had to convince him to take it off so he would fit in the car seat. It's pretty funny to see him walking around with a big old helmet on his head.

Can you believe he is almost 2!?! Only three more months. Panic attack.