Coot

In the last month or so, Asher has really started to come into his own (see the previous post if you have any doubts about this). He used to live, breathe and walk Ezra. What Ezra did, Asher did, with no qualms. As of late, however, Asher has started to become his own person, with his own likes and dislikes, preferences, desires and opinions. One thing I've noticed in particular about Asher is that he has started to encourage people.

Today I had one of those mornings where none of my clothes seemed to fit, and I didn't really like how any of them looked. I finally decided on an outfit, ironed it, clothed myself and walked into the family room to start the boys on cleaning up. As soon as I walked in, Asher said, "you look coot today mommy." Just the little lift I needed from my two year old son.

This afternoon, I got my nose pierced (gasp! shock! what??? I've always liked how it looks, Vince was a big fan of the idea, and next to this, the craziest thing I've ever done was maybe when I picked out striped underwear rather than solid - I'm living dangerously these days! But that's a discussion for another day). I walked into Asher's room to get him up from rest and he started to tell me about the two different "fork-ups" (that's forklift for those needing translation) he saw out his window. He looked at me, stopped mid-sentence, and said, "oh my mommy, that's a coot new earring." Man I love this kid! He melts my heart and as he grows into his own little man, I love the person he's becoming.