Ah, Brothers

One day a wish to send baby brother far, far away; next day best of friends...

























As I am cleaning up in the kitchen I hear...
'Mommy, Asher likes to be a cowboy!'
What does that mean, I wonder to myself, and head over to the living room to find:













And he was indeed enjoying it!













Just said goodbye to the last of a 14 person dinner party for small group tonight! Lively discussion of Francis Collins' Language of God. Owen stayed up for a good part of it and he was really flying high by bedtime. It is nice to see him enjoying some social activity, even if he's a bit slow to warm up at first. He desperately wants to be grown up. Foods that he wouldn't normally want touching his plate...if the group is all passing around a dish and having some, Owen MUST have some on his plate too, and he MUST serve it to himself (even though he doesn't actually eat much of it!). He has not quite got the hang of social graces like waiting until a pause in the conversation to start talking. It's kind of hilarious actually, how right in the middle of someone's monologue, suddenly Owen will pipe up with his own observation or retelling of some part of the day's events. (His mother has a horrible habit of interrupting, no surprise where he gets that.) Asher did not stay up for the party. He has been napping pretty, pretty badly, and today he was visibly tired at 4:30pm. I finished feeding and dressing him and got him in bed by 4:57 or so, he fell asleep by 5, and has been zoinked ever since! He'll be up around 6am...better get to bed!