every once in a while i find myself dwelling on some facts that i never want to forget about my little family. here are some of them:
ambrose: still talks to and about "doo-doo".... we still cant figure out who that is. he also calls asher's pacifier a "grass-a-phopher"- we love it. he listens to every word we say (even if he chooses not to obey-haha) and remembers and dazzles us with how smart he is.
thomas: makes me look bad (and i LOVE him for it all the more!). i was lounging around nursing asher today and i realized that in a 24 hour period thomas had: done a load of laundry, made homemeade (breadmaker) bread, combed and rinsed ALL the cradle cap off asher's sweet little head, made me orange julius, done about three loads of dishes (he is the dish doer in the relationship- i cook, he washes), gotten up early with ambrose (he also does this every morning), made the family crepes for breakfast, gave asher a bath, entertained ambrose during sacrament meeting, made me feel loved and pretty, reprimanded ambrose in a way that taught him but still made him feel happy and like his daddy loved him, and changed many a diaper, etc. etc. etc....... anyone feeling like a slouch yet? :) me too. but mostly i just feel really lucky and in love about the whole thing.
i was telling him all this earlier today and i ended with, "you're like.... the perfect man!" and without missing a beat he said, "and yet, i'm not a vampire." hahahahahaha!
asher: drifts off to sleep by himself during the day, but prefers to be cuddled up to mommy all night and i am totally ok with this scenario. maybe i'll want him OUT! one day, but for now, nothing he does bothers me. what's the deal?
also, when we were on the mainland this summer asher was so brand new and got sick because he was having a hard time breathing in the dry mainland air and so my mom started a hot shower in their little bathroom and me and asher went and sat in there to soak up the steam, hoping it would clear up his nose and chest. as i sat there holding my three week old baby, i looked into his eyes, let the steam envelope us, and sang "my darling" by wilco to him (the song that is playing now). it makes me cry every time i hear it now because i remember what a nervous night that was, but how sweet it was to sing to my baby that we made him with the love in each of our hearts and that we were a family right from the start.
these are things i dont want to forget. ever. :)