Asher is sooooo close to crawling. He is rocking on his hands and knees all the time. He also does this amazing move where he extends his arms all the way and then pushes up onto his toes, with his bum in the air, so all that's touching the ground is hands and toes. It's just a matter of getting some arm and leg movement coordinated now. He's also starting to tip over from sitting when he wants to grab something just out of reach.
We are in a time of good brother relations for the moment. Owen is mostly loving having a little brother (if you exclude the issue of Asher trying to hold a toy...granted, a large exclusion). What has been so cute of late is the time just before Asher goes to bed. Owen, Asher and I head up to Mommy and Daddy's room (where Asher sleeps stopped from being able to see we're sharing the room by a loveseat in front of his crib) and Asher knows what's coming and starts to do whole-body convulsions and squeals with delight. Then comes the fun...Asher lays on the bed getting his diaper and jammies while Owen jumps like a jackrabbit next to him. Every time Owen jumps up and then lands flat on his back, Asher lets out the most delicious belly-giggle, and this makes Owen follow suit. Then, once Asher's dressed, I hold him under the arms, stand him up, and they jump together. Owen falls, then I lay Asher on his chest so they're face to face, and they get each other giggling til they're nearly winded. It's adorable. I hope it's just as fun for the parents of different-gendered siblings, because this budding relationship is something to watch. All the time now, if Asher is sitting alone in a room for a moment, I will catch Owen going in, sitting next to him, putting his arm around his shoulders and explaining something to him about the world. Or, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. The only thing better than one uber-cute kid, is two together...when they're getting along ;)
Owen fell on his face somehow today--I didn't see it happen--and not only puffed up his top lip pretty good, but the little bit of webbed skin that is between the top lip and the upper gum pulled off of his gum about 1/8". It really didn't look too bad aside from a little blood, but Owen was not happy about it to say the least. But an hour and a McD's milkshake later and he was back to normal.
Mom and Dad are both here now (Mom arrived yesterday), so Owen is enjoying some more Nunu time. Nunu, however, does not carry butterscotch discs in her pockets. So Grandpa is still getting plenty of attention, or at least his pockets are ;) When his treatments are over, it is going to be a lonely house...I really enjoy having the adult company around, and being able to exchange a sympathetic look with him when the chillins are acting up is worth a lot to a harried mom. But I will gladly give up his company since it will mean an end to this grueling daily infusion schedule...blech. He is hanging in there amazingly.
Owen and I had a sweet, sweet bedtime tonight. He just wanted to cuddle and kiss my face and sing and rock. He has started calling me 'mom' instead of mommy sometimes (seemingly spontaneously) and it is kind of funny to hear. He is a sweetheart, and it's absolutely awe-provoking to develop depth in this relationship with my own child. What can possibly top moments when your child opens up to you, talks about things that are on his mind and expresses his love...it's remarkable. People always sort of reference how these things change with boys when they get older, but I'm going to operate as if that isn't true, and see if it isn't just self-fulfilling prophecy ;) Not that I guess my 16 year old son should be laying kisses all over my face, but I hope we can still sit and commune in a special way.
Oh, that was sappy. But true!
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