I've succumed to the madness!

What madness, you might ask, the stupid children's character madness. If you knew me pre-kid, or even early-kid, you know my take on children's character garbage, tacky, tacky, tacky. I swore that I would never have character pj's or character comforters, etc. Well, I just found myself scouring the internet for Elmo plates. Then I found an Elmo onsie, then an Elmo towel, and on and on, ad nauseum. The fact that I'm using my precious time looking at said items is disquieting enough, but the real kicker is I saw the Elmo towel and thought, "that is so cute, I've got to have it!" I've obviously gone down a path from which there is little hope of recovery.

The fact is, Asher loves Elmo, he really and truly loves him. He has never seen Sesame Street or any other TV/movie starring Elmo. His only experience with the furry little monster is at the pool during swim lessons. Now when we see Elmo anywhere, his face splits into this sweet smile and he calls "All-mo, All-mo". This is proof that Sesame Street characters have instant appeal, even out of their original context.

My point is, as tacky as Elmo is, because my little boy loves him, I love him, too. So I'm off to buy some dinnerware that will make Asher light up every time he uses it. And no, I'm not paying $15 plus shipping for the towel, that's crossing the line ;).

One post, two topics of interest

One: My cable has been upgraded, hallelujah!

Two: I bought a pack of disposable diapers yesterday and almost had a heart attack. $20.00 for 52, that's $0.38 a diaper, folks, RIP-OFF!

Please bring my cable back!!!

When we first signed up for cable, we only did so because we had to get a package to have internet access. The guy was nice about it and I guess felt sorry for us because he gave us the full package even though we only bought basic. Some old cable guy came on Friday and cut us back to basic, and let me tell you, it sucks! What is the point of basic cable, seriously? You might as well throw $10 into the toilet each month and watch it spin as you flush, you will get about the same amount of entertainment. I hate reruns of sitcoms, heck, I hate sitcoms period, I hate game shows, and I hate the news. The best thing I found tonight was Family Feud, and I'm pretty sure it was shot in the 90's. I'm calling tomorrow to get my HGTV and Food Network back, stat. Whatever it costs, it will be money well spent.

Coolest outdoor toy EVER!

I love this thing! I would never spend $400 on it, but I think it looks like it would be the greatest fun for little kids.

Diaper woes

Asher always seems to have diaper issues. Here are a few examples.

The half-undone diaper woe:


The I'm snappied to the sofa diaper-woe:

The baccum (vacuum) is stuck in my diaper-woe:

The my-diaper-is-falling-off-woe:


The I won't lie still so my mommy puts my diaper on backwards woe:

What a clutz!

Just a funny ending to our Saturday. I checked on Asher a few minutes ago to see if he was sleeping, and I noticed his foot was shoved through the slats on his crib. So I walk over, wondering if he's going to wake up when I push it back through. About the time I get to the crib, I trip over the Little People pirate ship on the floor sending pirates, parrots, and treasure maps everywhere. His eyes popped open, and he looked alarmed that I'm looming over his bed in the middle of the night. I'm obviously not getting any more graceful with age.

Some day this will be funny...

today was not that day. What is it with throwing things in the toilet? How can that be THAT enjoyable?

The perpetrator moments after the crime. "What? I didn't do anything?"

Just a few pic's of Asher enjoying his strawberries yesterday. He doesn't look like a baby anymore :(

And this is how we both feel after swimming lessons.

Mama babin' soot

Asher assigns ownership to every item in our home, mama shoe, dada shirt, ah-ah book, etc. The other day I came in and he was "mowing" with "mama babin' soot" (bathing suit) on like a cape.

Crazy hair!

My blog has become all about Asher, but then again, that's why you really read it anyway, isn't it? The other night after the first swim lesson, Asher was so exhausted that I put him to bed without a bath. I figured all the chlorine in the pool would kill any germs hanging around. When I got home from school, he was waking up from his nap where he had been sweating for an hour. The combination of pool water and sweat made for some crazy hair. Take a look:

We are swimming!

Tonight was our first swimming lesson at the Y, and Asher loved most of it. Logan set all this up and has excitedly been hyping me up about it. Well, as it turns out, Logan has an engagement session in Boone tonight, how convenient. Asher loves the water and tried to jump right in without me while I was attempting to document the occasion on film. Where is your photographer husband when you need him? Oh yeah, he's in Boone. We started the lesson watching Elmo do all the things we were going to do. Asher has never seen Elmo and was instantly enamored. He asked for Elmo for the whole rest of the lesson. We hokie-pokied with Elmo and rowed for rainbows, and even were frogs kerplopping from the side.

Asher is the youngest in the class, and he was a tad inattentive. He didn't want to row for the balls, he wanted to throw them. He didn't want to kerplop, he wanted to slide in like an eel. He didn't want to hokie-pokie, he wanted to hold Elmo. He did learn to expertly hold onto the side and even crawl out on his own. We go back on Thursday and hopefully he will be in a more learning frame of mind.

Ready to swim, or really, run away from Mommy in the crowded parking lot:


"Pool, pool":

"Oh, we're not getting in yet?"


Ice cream to finish off the evening:

Kix, kid tested...

When we have a crazy morning at our house, it never falls on a weekend when we can laugh about the events, it always happens on a school morning when I have to be there early. Last Tuesday, my principal asked the teachers to be at school early because they were holding an election that day. Our school is a polling place so we have people wandering around the building trying to find the gym. Someone in charge of planning had the great idea to start SOL's (our end of year tests), on this particular day. Another rant altogether that I'm not even going to go into.

So I get Asher up, play with him for a while and notice his diaper is wet even though I just changed him. I take the diaper off, walk to deposit it in the pail in the bathroom and in that time, Asher manages to pee not once, but twice, in two different locations. I put the diaper on, and start cleaning the carpet (yes, they should have charged us a pet deposit). About halfway through this chore, I hear from the kitchen, "keex, keex" and the pictures below will detail what I saw.

Asher trying to "clean up" the full box of Kix he'd dumped on the floor:

Making a Kix angel:

Getting a little snack while cleaning:

Kix-covered diaper:

He didn't like the way they felt on his feet, so he sat down, pulled them off, and ate them:

So, needless to say, I was lucky to make it to school before the bell rang, much less early.

'Og? Cack, cack, cack? Man?

About a week ago, we realized that some of Asher's bath toys had become a harbor for disgusting slimy black mold. This is particularly disturbing because they are the kind that you suck water into, and it squirts back out, and he likes to suck on the holes. So I threw the offenders into the trash in the bathroom. I could tell he was very concerned when I did this, and I told him, "They're yucky, we have to throw them in the garbage." So he says, "gabetch?" And I said, "Yes, they're dirty."

He tried to save them from the bathroom trashcan, so I moved them to the kitchen, which has a lid. He contined to check on them every few minutes and even tried to sneak them to freedom. That day's trash is long gone, but he keeps checking, saying "og? (frog) cack, cack, cack? (duck)" We also threw away a mechanical snowman that he broke, and he says, "man? gabetch?" all the time. It's kind of sad for him, but shows that he has the memory of an elephant.

Making sure they are still there:


Helping a friend in need: