I took Asher to the park this afternoon while Ken napped. There was a boy there, Titus, 4-years-old, who took a liking to Asher and tried to teach him how to play soccer, helped him up when he fell down, picked him up (!) to bring him out of the flower beds, etc. He'd walk along the path next to him with one hand on Asher's back to guide him. It was SO cute. Made me want another boy.
Asher is obsessed with mandarin oranges. I get the kind in the little fruit cups, because he won't eat them fresh. Well, he probably would if I'd peel all the fibery parts off so it's just the pulp, but that's a lot of work. So I get the prepared ones and just dump the juice and rinse them in water to get the sugar off. He'll eat THREE of those cups in one sitting. Maybe more if I'd let him. His diaper is full of pulp!
We're supposed to go to the church's annual progressive Christmas party tonight, but Asher has a wet-sounding cough and Ken has felt bad all week, so we may not make it. Fine by me, really; I'd rather stay home and work on my photobooks. I finally got ALL Asher's first year pictures that came from my camera onto Shutterfly. Now I have to upload his professional pics and I'll be ready to go.
