Ambrose has been telling everyone that he is four and a half. He turned four and a half on the 19th and now my doctor, the nurse at Koolauloa, the cashier at Waialua bakery, the neighbors, and EVERYONE he talks to knows it too. Naturally, we had cake.
Asher has been removing his own diaper at any given point in the day and sitting on the toilet. I'll spare you a picture on this one.
Everyone seems in a hurry to grow-up.
Normally, this is the part where I whine about how I want them to stay the same forever, but I like seeing how much Ambrose has already learned since he's started school. He has started to fly through phonics and is reading his second book. Hooray!
And, to be perfectly honest, Asher is embracing the terrible-two stage so whole-heartedly that I am ready for him to grow-up too. He won't share, doesn't seem to be interested in learning to talk, and can throw a fit to end all fits. I am tired of all that, but true to classic two-year-old style he is cute as a button and gives the best tight squeezes and sweet kisses... so we'll keep him despite his current frustrations.
We check on them every night after they've been asleep for a while and dash it all if that doesn't make up for anything that went wrong during the day. Especially when rascally Asher has weaseled his way into Ambrose's bed and curled up for the night.
Sometimes we wonder if they fell asleep holding hands?
But just when things get too precious up in here, in true older brother form, Ambrose puts Asher back in his place right quick:
No wonder Asher's so indignant!
I am enjoying these boys, even when they make me pull out my hair daily. Can you tell? :)