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.

Sick of the sickness...

We are starting our third week with a crappy cold. I am ready for summer where there are no colds. This one has been particularly crappy and Ash has been to the doctors twice now. The day after he finished his medicine from the first visit he immediately got a deep hacking cough again.

I did take him to the dog park with grandma noralyn, megan, rachie, zach, and all their dogs. He was in heaven. All the dogs recognized his love for them and they would run right up to him to be petted. One dog would even run up, lick his face, then run away. I don't have the tolerance for dog slobber, but Ash was loving it so much I had to give in and let him do it.

Dates with Grandmas and Grandpa & a Sleepover:

On Friday we had a dinner date with Grandpa Rick and Grandma Mary. Ash gets so excited when he finds out they are coming that he runs around yelling "grandpa" every time a car drives by.

At the restaurant the wait was long and Ash was hungry. So Tom took Ash and purposely stood outside the kitchen until an unsuspecting waitress stopped to chat with Ash. Then Tom says he is just so hungry and wants a roll... of course Ash heads back up front to us with a roll on a plate.

He proceeded to eat almost the entire roll, another one at the table, some chicken, fries, and finally a few bites of grandma's birthday ice cream. More than I've ever seen in my entire life. Of course my parents probably think I starve the poor kid. Faker. He even hates ice cream. Grandpa kept giving him bites... he'd make a funny face and eat it... then open his mouth for more. Bizarre child.

On Sunday Ash had a date with Grandma Noralyn. His very first sleepover (without mommy). I had to work Monday and the daycare was closed for the holiday. Ash got to stay with aunt Rachie. He had a blast and cried for Rachie when we left on Monday. He is taking medicine for his cold and got a little diarrhea from it though. I felt bad for Rachie because he got a sore bum and was mad by the time I got there. She was probably changing dirty diapers all day. Stink. Just another one of Tiny Tim's fun little quirks. His doc says "is there a history of upset stomachs in your families?" Uh... duh. Sorry bud. Genes suck.

Not a bad weekend for the little guy. I love that he loves his grandparents... and I'm sure they love it too (especially grandpa who gets the most adoration).