A Spring of Joy

I put Asher down for his nap and told him he was not to get out of bed. On the other side of his headboard is his wagon with all his stuffed animals in it. A while later I heard the wagon clanking, so I went back to check on him. The rascal had emptied the animals onto his bed and moved his pillow, Elmos, and blanket into the wagon and was lying down in the wagon. I said to him, “Asher John, what did Mommy tell you about getting out of bed?” He responded with, “But I didn’t get out of bed. My feet didn’t step on the floor.”

For some reason, Asher was obsessed with his Uncle Mike for about a week this month. Here are a few of his obsessions:
“Mommy, Uncle Mike is at his house eating a bagel just like me.”
“Cat food is not for Uncle Mike to eat.”
“Bye-bye, Mommy! I’m going to Uncle Mike’s house to watch football.”
“Uncle Mike is at work, and he likes to eat M&M’s.”

Asher spent a week talking about how excited he was to go to the beach. I asked him one day what he was going to do when he got there. He said, “I’m going to jump in the ocean and play in the water. Then I’m going to dig a big hole in the sand and put Micah in it.”

I was folding laundry one afternoon, and Asher was handing me pieces of clothing to fold. When he found his pajamas, he said, “Yay! My jammies are clean! Now I can get oatmeal on them and make Mommy wash them again!” I guess Asher doesn’t think I do enough work.

Brian was outside with Asher playing with his little car. Brian had to drive him to the swingset where Asher could get gas. The scenario follows: Asher climbed out of his car, got gas, went into the station, got coffee to drink while he drove to Uncle Mike’s house. He got back in the car, they drove to Uncle Mike’s house, where Asher promplty got out, slammed the door and said, “What in the world?”