3 years old!

3 years of Asher!




I can't believe my baby boy is 3 years old. He was born just 8 minutes before Halloween. He can be mischievous sometimes, but when I'm finished cleaning up the schemes he concocts, I love him even more.

He is my backseat GPS system. He knows when I've missed a turn and likes to tell me where everything is along our routes. I don't turn on music in my car because I just love to listen to him chatter about all of the landmarks.

I love the way Asher learns about the world. He tries so hard to figure out all of the rules. He has learned the difference between asphalt and concrete when learning about when he is in the street or the sidewalk. It means that I can let him walk ahead of me on the sidewalk because I know he won't run into the street, but he completely freaks out if he isn't holding my hand on any type of asphalt. Even if we are walking on a bike trail or basketball black top, he tearfully begs to hold my hand. If there is a stop sign anywhere in his sight, he Demands that we stop whatever we are doing.

He loves music. He is a huge fan of the Mormon Tabernacle choir, he could watch them perform forever. He is always singing, right now his favorite song to sing is the Happy Family song from our church's "Children's songbook". Mostly he sings "we are a happy family, I love Madeleine, Mama and Daddy, and they love me, we are a happy family" over and over, not quite the right words but it makes me smile every time.

He is always saying sweet things to us. He likes to tell me that I am a beautiful princess and that he likes my hair, shoes, or dress. The little guy is in love with me and I eat it up. I am such a softie when it comes to him. He tells Paul that he is "so big and strong" and he tries to be just like him.