The most rapidly advancing offspring of the bunch (unless you include "Cletus the Fetus", who's astronomical rate of growth is not easily photographed).
His life has taken some growth spurts lately, and thankfully for blogging, you too can enjoy a little part of the little man's life.
Spurt #1: The Haircut
It was to my great pleasure initially that we not only had ONE curly-headed prodigy, but seemingly TWO. Asher's curls appeared to be coming into their own, and although not to the extent of his sister's, they were curls just the same. His head lacked the straight downy fuzz that the other 3 had. It flipped up around the edges and framed his face. And every once in a while, he'd get this "Superman" curl thing going.
Unfortunately, curls turned into nap, and nap turned into tangled mess. Sigh. I was really hoping the hair would cooperate, but my dreams for a curly headed boy were quickly disappearing. Something had to be done. When you have to brush your little boy's hair just to keep it out of his face, you know the time has come.
So my adopted Mom offered to cut it for me, for which I was grateful. First off, I can't cut hair. Secondly, I was not interested in paying upwards of $8 to chop off the equivalent of hair on a half-grown chia pet. No thank you.
Spurt #2: Walking
Ever since we went to West Virginia, he's been experimenting with this whole "walking thing". A couple of steps here, a 3-stepper there. We really had big hopes for him to start this whole process sooner, seeing as how he sat up at 4 months and crawled at 6. Waiting another 9 months to hit the next milestone, was not something we anticipated.
He finally put aside his stubborness (and let me assure you, his delay was nothing BUT), and bit the bullet.
So here he is at 15 months. (But he generally hates to be seen walking, so motion pics are sparse)
Finally. Now he won't be wearing out the knees in his church outfits.
(Do you realize how annoying that is??)
Spurt #3: Hand Dominance
It has become very obvious that we have our first left-handed batter residing here. Oddly enough, there isn't but one lefty in either of our families, that I can think of. Unless, of course, you go back a few generations. And then I have no clue how many right-brained relatives we have.
Speaking of right-brained, Asher is also showing his propensity for music. He sings.
He sounds just like an opera singer.
Is Pavarotti left handed too?