on phones :: asher made a quick (pretend) call to the doctor’s office as we were getting ready to head out to his office this morning.
“hi dr. drummond, it’s asher. we’re coming to get lenna a check-up. would you please ask the nice ladies in your office to put on the movie cars? it’s my favorite. bye.”
those nice ladies evidently got his message.
on birthdays :: i started telling asher that his birthday was coming up and was going to go into a whole bit about how he could have a special dinner and dessert and on and on. the boy is way ahead of me.
“mama, i’d like spaghetti and meatballs (spaghetti said in a way that makes this mama smile and hope he always says it that way). then i’d like a pink cake. and a huge big truck with pink wheels.”