Preston finally started walking a few weeks ago! Which is to say, he's capable of taking 6 or 7 steps but still crawls most of the time.
He is 15 months old...and getting super heavy to carry around (cut to us after church yesterday - Andrew had a meeting, so I was carrying 3 big bags, a scripture case, the nursery snack container and 28 pounds of man child encased in a puffy winter coat. Poor Asher tripped and fell in the snow trying to keep up. I felt bad, but since I was on the verge of dropping everything, just shot him a big smile, said, "You're alright!" and kept walking). So his mobility is quite welcome.
He is 15 months old...and getting super heavy to carry around (cut to us after church yesterday - Andrew had a meeting, so I was carrying 3 big bags, a scripture case, the nursery snack container and 28 pounds of man child encased in a puffy winter coat. Poor Asher tripped and fell in the snow trying to keep up. I felt bad, but since I was on the verge of dropping everything, just shot him a big smile, said, "You're alright!" and kept walking). So his mobility is quite welcome.
Until I'm trying to change his diaper. Then I wish he was a paralytic.
Preston's outgrown his changing table, so we're in the stage of diaper changes on the ground. For someone who's a little obsessive about floors, the experience of removing a feces-filled bundle from a writhing child over carpet is slightly stressful. Although almost always without incident. Anyway, a couple days ago I was in the process of changing Preston, who per usual, was rolling away like a tumbleweed with a train to catch. Asher was on the scene in order to perform his ritual shaming:
"Oh no, Preston! No!!"
(shakes his head and purses his lips with mock concern)
"You have to learn to go poo poo on the toilet, like me!"
"I'm a big boy, but Preston isn't."
I'll often have Asher try to distract Preston with silly tricks, and this day, exasperated, blurted out, "Asher, tell Preston a joke!"
Of course, I didn't really expect him to. He's three. But to my surprise, without missing a beat, he said, "Why do chickens sit on their eggs? (pause)
Me: "Why?"
Asher: "Because they don't have any chairs!"
Hahaha, what?? I had no idea where he'd heard that. Maybe not the best joke, but it was so cute and well delivered. I suspect that little guy will keep us laughing our whole lives long.
Cannot imagine life without these two boys!
P.S. Edgy alternate title for this post: "Sh**s and Giggles". Too bad I'm so darn classy.
So lovely kids you have!!! I like it. I wish these little guys will keep laughing heir whole lives long.
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