Every morning this past August, Asher has woke up in Boulder before everyone else. He came into our bedroom, and before anyone could open their eyes, we would ask Asher, “What kind of day do we have?” Everyday Asher would peek under the blind and yell out, “Sunny.” And every morning he was right.
Asher wakes up and will not let up until you play the Bam Bam video. “BAM BAM!” He doesn’t let up. “BAB BAM!” I think he confuses us for the Flintstones.
We are going to Newport for Mother’s Day. As Stephie was putting Jackson to bed tonight, he realized we were all going to be sharing a big room and began screaming with delight. Then he and Stephie burst out laughing so hard at the thought of the whole Lange family in one room!
That was the sound of our house at bedtime.
for Stephie, and our mothers, and all the incredible mothers in the world….
Love to all.
I have not been very good this spring about posting here. I will skip the prose and just post some images from the last weeks. Asher is into imitating dog barks, sucking on vacuum cleaner hoses (we are really discouraging that), and eating bacon off of Jackson’s plate. He has mastered raising holy hell at 1AM only to fall silent when he finds his bed of choice…ours.
