Sorry about last Sunday’s lack of photos.  Here’s the ones I managed to get:

“Smile, kids!


Asher: “Buuurp!”


Chancery: “I can’t believe he did that!  How uncouth!”


A: “It wasn’t me, Mum!”


C: “One should cover one’s mouth, like so, if one is going to belch!”


C: “These stripes are mesmerising!”


“Just give a good smile, then you can go.”


A: “See you next week!”


Last night we had pasta for dinner & we have a 7 vegetable primavera sauce.  Asher picked one of the veggies out & asked what it was.  P Chad told him it was a Zuchinni.  Asher said, “Zuchinni went WAAAY up in a tree for Jesus.”

Then we explained that was ZACHEUS, not Zucchini.  We said that Zacheus was a MAN & Zucchini was a vegetable.  He proceeded to eat more pasta & we thought the matter was finished, until he blurted out, “Zacheus is a vegetable!”

After dinner I was cleaning up the dishes & Asher told me that he doesn’t like the hiccups.  I said it was a good thing he didn’t have them then.  He informed me quite passionately, “Yes I DO have hiccups IN MY MOUTH!”  I suppose that’s better than them being in some other part of his body.

Pastor Chad was gone to a meeting last night, so I figured that since I had an evening to myself, once the kids were down for the night I’d have a nice luxurious soak in the tub.  I got the kids in bed, waited about 1/2 an hour to make sure they were totally settled, filled the tub, got in, NOT 5 MINUTES LATER Asher was crying for something.  I figured he’d eventually give it up & left him to it for awhile (I was trying to finish my Sudoku puzzle).  After about 10 minutes I thought I’d better go check on him, so I got out of the tub, & went dripping to his room.

What did he want?  “Please, Mummy, I’d like the cow blanket back tied around me & then I will have a happy face!  Remember?”  No, I did not remember, & it took awhile for me to work out exactly what he wanted.  He apparently wanted me to tie his cow blanket around his neck like we had done that morning.  I expalined that having a blanket tied around your neck while you sleep is not safe, so I couldn’t do it, but we’d do it first thing in the morning.  He sniffed a bit, said ok, & off I went back to my nice warm tub……. For a few minutes.

Once again, he’s crying, this time a bit more passionately.  He wants that cow blanket on, & a drink of water, & for me to come back into his room.  So, out of the tub, drip drip drip back to his room w/ a drink of water (luckily we had a sippy cup in the washroom).  At this point he’s practically hyperventilating b/c he’s gotten himself so worked up.  So, I try to calm him down w/ his drink of water (no luck), telling him his bedtime story again (not working), promises of tying the cow blanket on his shoulders FIRST thing in the morning (not good enough).  I even tried telling him that we’d be going out to dinner tomorrow night & that he’d need to sleep b/c otherwise he’d be too tired & we’d have to stay home. Well, that perked him up.

Asher:  “We can go to McDonald’s!”

Me: “Well, I don’t know if we’ll go to McDonald’s, but we’ll go to a restaurant for dinner.”

A:  “McDonald’s is a restaurant.”

Me: “Yes, McDonald’s is a restaurant, but maybe we’ll go to Boston Pizza, or somewhere else.”

A:  “I want to stay home.” (And the crying begins again)

Know what finally worked to calm him down?  He realized I was wet & I told him that I had to go wash my hair.  Apparently my having clean hair was enough to settle him down so he could drift off to sleep.

So, I quickly washed my hair, worried that things might escalate again.  All was quiet, so I slipped downstairs to watch a little CSI & THE OFFICE!  I look forward to Thursday night ALL WEEK!  Precisely 5 minutes into “The Office” Chancery wakes up!  Of all the nights!…………  So I went up, nursed her, put her back down, prayed she’d stay asleep & went back to finish watching the show.

This morning Chancery woke up at 6am & decided she’d had enopugh of this sleeping lark.  Asher normally gets up around 6:30, so I tried to get her back to sleep for awhile (in vain) & then when I realized it wasn’t going to happen, just sat up w/ her.  And of course, since Chancery woke up so early, Asher decided to sleep-in ’til 7 *sigh* sometimes life just isn’t fair.

Asher has some books that my mom got for him from a garage sale.  they are “Bob the Builder” pop-up books & since they were not new, have some parts broken out of them.  On some of the pages the subject they are speaking of is missing b/c that was the pop-up part.

Even though they are broken (& Asher has also contributed to their brokenness) Asher still really enjoyes these books.  He even asks for them by name….

“Please read the broken Bob the Builder books please, Mum!”

(and yes, there are usually 2 pleases)


At snack time today Asher dropped one of his fruit bites.  He was telling me there was a fruit bite down on the floor & I asked him where it was.  His response?  “Down on the floor beside the crumbs.”  Indeed, that’s EXACTLY where it was!

As I mentioned a few days ago, I bought Asher a dragon costume after Haloween b/c it was on sale for $3.  I figured he’d have some fun wearing it from time to time, but I had NO IDEA that he’d want to wear it ALL the TIME!

It really is a cute costume, but it does cause some difficulty when he wants to go up stairs w/ anything in his hands.  Also, he’s been throwing toys from time to time & in order to give him a time out has become quite the ordeal.  First I have to wrestle the costume off him & w/o much help from him b/c he wants to keep it on & he also doesn’t WANT a time out.  And potty training?  Yeah, we’re gonna let that slide for awhile.

As for the name “Leonard”…. well, sometimes I randomly pick a few names & ask if that’s the name.  Apparently it’s name wasn’t “Puff” or “Danny”, but “Leonard.”  I’m sure my uncle w/ the same name will be honoured!





The following is an actual conversation that took place yesterday b/w Asher & Grandma…….


Grandma (as the Ice Cream Truck): “Hello, I’m an Ice Cream Truck.  I have ice cream for all the boys & girls!”

Asher: “You have GIRLS in there?!”

Grandma: “Umm, no.  I have ice cream FOR the little girls & boys.”

I think Asher found the prospect of little girls being in the truck a bit more exciting than it being full of ice cream.