Dear Asher...

Asher after I let him eat breakfast in the playroom.... messy!!

Asher playing in Zoee's baby exersaucer. He is so funny!



This is Ash in his room... he loves playing with blocks!



Dear Asher,
As I write this letter to you, you are at Mother's Day Out at Spring Creek Athletics and Zoee is sitting in my lap after her bottle (hopefully she won't spit up on the computer!). Your wonderful Mimi and Papa gave this to me as a gift. You go once a week and I get to spend some time to catch up on things at home with just one baby and you get to spend time with your friends. You love going now. At first, you used to cry some when we dropped you off but this morning when you left with Daddy, you just said, "Bye-bye Mommy!" Life with you as a toddler is always exciting. You are a blast! Daddy and I still laugh almost every night at the funny things you do throughout the day. Here are some updates on your 21 month old life...

~You still love dancing... your new favorite dance song, "Dynamite"
~You are a climber... the other day I found you ON TOP of the chest of drawers (which is at least 5 ft tall) trying to climb on to the top bunk of your bed!
~You still love to eat but I manage to try and make us healthy meals. You and I eat broccoli and avocados almost everyday.
~You love being outside. We got you a little bike trailer that attaches to our bikes and you love going on rides in that with daddy.
~You still love cars/trucks/blocks/dirt... all things BOY!
~You love Zoee and sometimes you help me rock her before putting her to bed.

Asher, you are such a blessing to us. Daddy and I love praying with you every night before bed and reading your bible with you (even if we do think that sometimes you like to read your bible to extend your bedtime!). We pray often for you that you would grow to be a man who loves Jesus and provides for his family. I pray that your wife will be a woman who walks humbly with God and loves being your bride. Ash, we love you so much and seem to love you more as we see your character grow. Alright, Zoee is getting mad at me so I must tend to her! Love you buddy!

Love,
Mommy