Asa Stories

People seem to like hearing about Asa, maybe because he doesn't live with them? Here are a couple things he has done recently that I found...typical kid and kind of cute, or at least memorable.

Story 1
We have a lot of big fir trees at our house so we ALWAYS have dirt on our floor. Pine needles, weird seeds, etc. Asa loves to pick these up and hand them to me saying "garbage". So the other day when he came to hand me some small piece of dirt I didn't think twice about it until I got it in my hand and he points to his nose. It was a booger! Gross!!!!!! I don't care who's mom I am, I don't want that!!!!!!

Story 2
We are lucky in the design of our house that our family room is a dead end. So when I shut the baby gate, Asa is locked down there and I don't worry about him getting into chemicals (he can work all baby locks). Nick and I have been sick this week-he with the worst cold he has ever had and me with a mild case of food poisoning. One late afternoon, exhausted, we locked Asa up with us and took naps on the couch. I awake to "mommy, mommy, mommy mommy, mommy", repeatedly. If I speak, he knows I am up so I try to wait him out. No going this time, so I open one eye and say "yes baby?" "Shhhh, daddy sleeping", complete with finger to the lips. Why did he wake me for that?!?!??! And why didn't he wake daddy, to tell him mommy was sleeping?!?!?

Story 3
Asa was taking a bath and I can't remember the entire conversation but Asa said something along the lines of, he liked something. So I replied, "me, too!" Asa responded by going "three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." It took me till five to realize that 'me, too" was a lot like "me two" when you are his age.

This last story isn't about Asa but I found it funny. A friend of my sister's, "Bertha" and I have sons one month a part in age. Comparing notes, we discovered that both boys are going through a hitting phase that is driving us insane. Bertha's son, "Lester", got in trouble at day care for hitting and as the teacher spoke to him about it, he got sassy. So the teacher had to continue the discusion a little further and finally Lester looks at her and says "this is bullshit". Of course Bertha was embarassed but I thought it hilarious to think of a 2 year old saying that. And of course he could have heard that word anywhere, since I have never heard Bertha mutter anything stronger than "damn", and only in extreme situations. Oh the joy of a 2 year old.