Day in pictures

 A moment of weakness.  I try, try, try to never let Asher see the TV.  I know it's not good for him.  But he is an absolute ADDICT.  Owen never cared about TV if it was occasionally on.  Asher will not look at a single thing BUT the screen if he is anywhere in the vicinity when Owen is watching a movie.  He won't nurse, he won't smile at me, just fixated completely.  I can hear the brain cells frying.  For this one moment I let the two of them look while I made a phone call I really needed to make.  It's probably not something I should have allowed myself to do, because it made my life so deliciously easy for that one moment, it is sure to have weakened my resolve.

Mmm.  Everything's in the mouth these days, especially the feet.  Loves to throw those legs up high and slam them down.

Recurring conversation of the past few days (We have lots and lots of recurring conversations around here.  I repeat back to Owen exactly what he said to me and three paraphrases of it just to see if that will be enough to make him feel 'heard' and maybe it will stop him repeating it.  No it doesn't.):

Mommy, where's my cowboy hat?

Mommy, Daddo is going to send me a cowboy shirt.

Mommy, I am going to be a cowboy.

Mommy, I am going to have a horse.

Mommy, it will be a white horse.

Mommy, I will ride that horse all around the house.

Mommy, where's my cowboy hat?

Until the funds are available for the indoor stable, I guess a stripey sweater and a Daddy will have to do!