still celebrating

This is my Father’s Day post and it’s a wee late, but the truth is, every day is Father’s Day around here, so I’m counting this as being right on time.

Drew and I started dating at the end of my Freshman year of college, and while we were both much more likely to be thinking about what to wear to the next costume party than our one day distant family, I think it’s fair to say that part of our story is that we both knew.  I somewhat famously told my friends that if “that Drew Walton and I just had one conversation, I know that we would be together”, and as it turns out, I was more or less right.  What started out as a conversation around a fire pit (quick aside, WWC should take a poll about how many conversations at the pond have ended in marriage) has evolved over the last 10 years into our story and most notably into the creation of one shining little life.

Drew is an excellent father.  For those of you reading this that know him, I’m sure that your mind is flashing with little snippets of his quick laugh, his calming presence, his ridiculously charming childish sense of humor, his big grin, his quick hug and the way that he makes everyone feel as if they’ve just been brought into the fold.  For those of you that don’t know him, I think that his light glows through the pictures, and the take-home point is that everyone that meets him walks away thinking, what a great guy.

Meeting Drew and getting to be his partner in crime is pretty much the biggest jackpot of my entire life.  I knew that early on…but getting to see him transform so effortlessly into the roll of father was and is nothing short of awesome.  He not only loves Asher with every fiber of his being, but he’s also been 100% committed to being all in in the partnership of parenting.  He’s never one to pass the buck on a stinky diaper (although the stinky diaper running dialogue that he has is hilarious) he can do bed time, wake up time, bath time, play time…any time, he can step in and do it, and he does.  Asher moves between two parents with confidence because there’s not one parent doing everything and that is not only incredible for Asher, but it’s also incredibly generous towards me.  He constantly reminds me to express gratitude not just through his words, but also through his generosity of spirit, and there’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t think that I must be the luckiest woman alive.

So without further ado, I thought I would share some of my favorite pictures from the last 21-ish months of Drew and Asher, with a few pictures of us tossed in for good measure.  Thank you, Drew for being so rad, you’re the most (to say the least).  Love you.

keep calm and carry on.

Hi patient friends!  So…we’ve had a month in these parts.  A peace-out-ciao-seeyawouldn’twanttobeya month.  It’s done, it behind us, and I am looking forward to April showers and big spring flowers.  In the midst of the madness, I wrote this post but decided not to publish it on the main page because I was so emotional as I was punching it out and…I don’t know…I want this space to tell our truth, but some times enough is enough.  I will conclude the dreary part of today’s post with this awesome little quote though, because it says in a few sentences what I’ve been mumbling about for a few weeks.

I don’t know how delicious the ambiguity always feels, but I do know ambiguity to be a very real truth of living, so I’m rolling with it.  Also, I personally think that Gilda Radner is high on the list of clever, hilarious women, that’s all.

Now down to the nitty gritty.  Ya’ll.  We cut the mullet

Of course I don’t have a good picture of the new doo because my video camera and still camera batteries are dead (it really has been that kind of month), but I have to say, I like it quite a bit.  Our yoda hair days are coming to a close and Asher looks like such a little boy now.  He’s amazing.  I’m biased.  It’s all ok.

I posted this to facebook, so my apologies for blathering about there and here, but on Monday Asher just started walking around the house.  It’s just like everyone says, he just kind of did it.  He’s going to be 18 months tomorrow, and I am totally getting a chuckle out of how hell bent I’ve been on him walking by this birthday, so of course it happened this week.  I would not go so far as to say he’s a walker, but he’s certainly walking unassisted and outside of the context of Drew and I kind of pushing him back and forth .  WHEW.

I would say that I attribute this development to the human drive to eventually walk upright and to the toy parking garage that Jo Ellen (Drew’s awesome mom, hi Jo!)  bought for Asher while she was visiting.  At a height that is lower than the table but higher than all of Asher’s baby toys (we call it his first “big boy toy” because we are dorks) he was standing there playing with it without being able to brace his belly against something like he normally would and the walking just happened. Thank you PlaySkool for your plastic genius, and of course, thank you Jo Ellen for knowing that Asher has graduated from teething rattles.  Drew and I missed that memo, and so this week we’ve loaded up on sidewalk chalk, big thick crayons, and a play kitchen from Craigslist because we’ve got a little boy on our hands.

I will wrap this up with this final thought: I remember my step dad talking to me when I was younger about how the pendulum of life swings from one side to another, and that we look for our balance lingering somewhere in the middle of that gentle swing.  While I would like to live in the land of unicorn tears and strawberry scented rainbows all the time, I really do appreciate the necessity of life giving us a chance to appreciate both sides of the coin as we glide back and forth between our highs and lows.  And the fact that my lows mostly exist in the cerebral realm is a luxury that I’m not sure I’ll ever fully appreciate.  I just wanted to throw it out there that I’m thankful for every day, every chance, every opportunity to be here, and that I want to honor both ends of the spectrum by cherishing that peace that lives in the middle.  Thanks, team.

Who’s training who?

Also titled, We’re Using Our Words.

Asher has a couple of words that he throws around these days.  By our best estimate he has said (though that does not mean that he will say…) Daddy/Papa, Mama, Dog/Doggie, Cat/Kitty (which, sorry to break the general PG-ness of this blog, but it sounds an awful lot like Dolly Parton’s greatest asset(s) when he says kitty), Diaper, Ball, Bye Bye, Bed, More, and…I think that’s it.  Oh, and he did say Banana a couple of times, but we’ve yet to get a repeat performance on that one.  I give these words the capital letters that they deserve because he says them so emphatically and generally with such zeal that you just know that he’s probably not going to be speaking in lower case letters for many years to come. We are predictably ga-ga over this stage, and we’re making an effort to always use the real words and not his version of them, despite how crazy cute his language is.  For instance, he says “Ca!!” whenever he sees cheese, and so of course Drew and I both feel compelled to start calling cheese “Ca!!” whenever pulling it out of the drawer, but we are resisting the urge as best as possible in an effort to combat all of the other strange things that Asher will likely learn from us over the years.  All this Asher-speak has definitely kick started some good behavior on our part because we’re becoming increasingly aware of how much we’re being watched/listened to at every turn.  So for those that are interested, here’s a little video with some Asher speak…please forgive me if the next time I see you I ask you if you can say Dog a thousand times, and then squeal and clap in your face when you deliver before asking if you want any Ca…

This Just In

This little video just came in from my Mom…

Please note that we don’t force Asher to exclusively play with rocks and potatoes.  Asher’s Depression Era mentality about playtime is something that he has brought into the world with him, even if it comes at the cost of all of his perfectly good toys silently pouting in the corner while he plays with a potato! or the trash! or a rock! and of course, he’s the boss, so we let him have at it.

Like sands through the hourglass…

I’ve been thinking a lot about  moments.  I love being human and alive and I love all of the unkowns that come with and from that, and I especially love what I consider to be the knowns.  I feel rife with memories and words, and I just want to always keep the feeling of my collective moments all around me like that oversized sweater that we each reach for on that really cold day.  Really, I think that we all know that I’m just over the moon for my nostalgia.

So are these folks.  Here’s a Friday treat from a group called Everynone.  The film is called Moments, and pardon the pun, but I think that you’ll enjoy taking a moment of your own to watch. (slightly annoying, but you have to click the link to watch…totally worth it!)

Moments from Everynone on Vimeo.

An Unlikely Pair

Drew and I love our pets and want to make sure that their lives continue to be good even with the baby in the house.  We both make a point to give our dog Grace extra love when we walk through the door these days, as her little dog ego has definitely noticed that things have changed.  Grace is just not that into having a baby, but she handles it well, moving out of his way and steering clear of his curious hands.  On the other hand, our cat Mabel (also known as Fat Agnes around the house) has surprised us with her growing interest in Asher.  Not only does she not seem to mind him pulling and pushing her around, but she seeks him out, nuzzling up close and rolling over to have her belly “rubbed” by his indelicate fingers.  She loves to lick his fingers and toes, and it seems that the harder he pulls, the closer she gets.  At first I was very skeptical of this growing love, but now I pretty much stay out of the way unless Asher is just getting ruthless.  I took a video last night, and I know that it’s a little long, but I thought that you might like to see these two in action.  I’ve never seen a cat so into a baby, and I admit that it makes me love Mabel just a little more.

If this doesn’t make you laugh, I don’t know what will…

Last weekend, my sister-in-law, Meg and my awesome little nephew Jack came to visit so that Meg could run a marathon (!!) and get in a quick visit.  Meg did really well, finishing in under four hours after having to take a six week hiatus from running due to a shin injury.  That really blows my mind, as I can push myself and run about three miles.  For those that don’t know, a marathon is 26.2 miles.  Twenty six point two miles!!  Anyway, we are all very proud of her and this awesome accomplishment, and we had a great time hanging out with the two cousins after the race.  Jack is three and is probably the best big boy cousin around…he LOVES “baby Ahdoo” (Baby Asher) and did such a great job entertaining him all afternoon.   As a quick aside, Asher has so far been the baby that loves to make as much noise as possible when he can and <<gulp>> has repeatedly laughed in the face of other crying babies.  I will digress about my concerns/amusement about this particular of his in another post, but I bring this up because we already know that Asher likes playing loud, and Jack was the perfect match.  Asher thought Jack was just awesome.

Here are two videos of the boys playing the screaming game together:

I really love this one because Asher starts laughing his hard belly laugh:

Can you hear me now?

So Asher has been quite the babbler throughout his long life. However, about two weeks ago, he decided that babbling was for babies and that real men screetch. I mean, really screeeetch. Gone are the days of the quiet, inquisitive babbling…the upper register of this kid’s voice has arrived! Here’s a video that Mom caught of him working his lungs out, turn your volume way up for the full effect! (My apologies to those that may have already seen this).