Monkey's Paw

I think it was two posts ago that I said I had a very Asher-centric post coming up. This is it. I did get a couple more Charlie pics so it's slightly more balanced. Though, frankly, I take so many pictures of this kid asleep on things I could start a whole new blog of just that.

Here he is asleep on my shoulder. 

The only time better than this was last Thanksgiving - the kids and I went for a walk before we went to dinner. About halfway through the walk, surprise, no one wanted to walk anymore. So I carried Charlie for a while then traded and put Asher on my shoulders. As we walked I was calling family and about five houses from being back home I felt drool in my ear. I had to tell my dad I'd call him back. Ash was so slumped his mouth was just above my left ear and he was passed out cold.

And here he is asleep on the library floor. Charlie, on the other hand, looks like she's waiting for someone to bring her latte before she gets much later for this meeting, thank you very much.

Table Top Shot Trademark Art Elliott 2012 at my Mom's.

 Asher in a bag. Mess strune about.

Hanging out in the laundry basket.

After putting on a new diaper before we could get his pants back on. Rocking an ipod.








I love these pics cause, with the bomber jacket on, he looks like he could have, literally, crashed right there.

After we made some thing. Valentine's cookies? Who knows. I don't think it was anything to do with brewing since 1) I haven't done it in a while 2) I get to lick the mixing paddle for that.

 Lunch box hat.

At KidsCity - a great way to run off an afternoon. Indoor seesaw (which is also a giant rain stick) and a peekaboo train city.

"Asher. Make a face." It's different every time. The kid's got range, man.

Charlie Eating Oatmeal Table Top Pic Trademark Art Elliott 2012

This one is a classic.

I watched Ryan one Thursday when, for some reason, both of these kids decided to test the limit of my diapering skills. Diaper change. Diaper change. Break. Diaper change. It was like an I Love Lucy skit . . . but with diapers. Get what I'm saying, here?

Well they both walk into the kitchen and I immediately know my skills are needed yet again. So I just say -

"Ok. Who pooped this time?"

Classic.



Listened to this with Charlie today. It's a pretty fantastic version of Rosanne Cash singing Black Cadillac. She's sitting in her living room singing. She and her husband are playing guitar - no band, just them. Rosanne Cash is a fantastic singer and an amazing song writer. She's Johnny Cash's daughter but is every bit her own musical person - nothing like her dad.

At one point Charlie walked in and asked, "What's this song about." Well, the "black Cadillac, like the one you used to drive," is the hearse that takes her dad's coffin to be buried. So it's a sad and haunting song by a daughter grieving for her father and Charlie just happens to wander in when I'm watching it? Stomach knot time. Oy vey.

I had told Charlie she was sing about her dad's funeral and Charlie said, all bummed out, "Johnny Cash is dead?"

Yeah, hon, it sucks.