A Catholic Cutie

Well it's official, I am a Catholic. I just got baptised this past Sunday. I felt like a Rock Star. By this I mean I had the church going folk very excited. Even though I was one of three babies to get baptised I set the tone for the rest. I had just had a couple of ounces of formula and I was drifting off to my happy place in dreamland when bam!!! water is being poured on my head. I gotta believe that 9 out of ten babies in my position would have let out a blood curdling shriek. Not me though I am a true professional. I just acted like I had been through something like this before. Gave a wink to the priest and it was on like Donkey Kong. After blessing my most righteous head, the priest, father Steve not to be confused with my father Steve took me down the middle of the church like I was the heavyweight champion of the world. I must say the crowd went wild, and I ate up every minute of it. The two kids that followed me got pretty warm receptions as well. The after party took us back to my pad for a barbecue. I gotta admit I was pretty zonked from the Baptism. I fought off sleep till I couldn't keep my eyes open any more. I would like to say thank you to all that came or sent cards or gifts. I feel very blessed to have a great family supporting me down my road to becoming a good Christian. Lord knows I have many people to guide me should I go astray. Daddy already told me a couple edited versions of some shenanigans he pulled growing up. These little hijinks lead me to believe I will be needing some guidance along the way. As the saying goes "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" Asher

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!

Well world did you miss me!!! Boy have I been a busy little guy. Wait I am not that little anymore. Though I was only 5 pounds 14 ounces at birth, I am pleased to let you all know from my 6 month check-up I am 16 pounds and 9 ounces. This puts me in the 45th percentile. Which I guess is average. My Mommy and Daddy tell me that I really am way above average. Which I already knew I mean my smile just makes the ladies melt. The way I figure if I get the reactions I am getting with just two teeth wait until I have a mouthful. I am going to have to beat the ladies off with a bat. To my loyal blog followers I would like to apologize for it being so long between blogs. I have been so busy becoming a brilliant and beautiful toddler. After the 6 month well baby visit the doctor said I would be able to eat some food. I first thought was yeah baby! bring on that juicy cheeseburger dad eats in front of me. With dreams of cheeseburgers dancing in my head I awoke the next morning ready for that burger. Well much to my surprise I did not get a cheeseburger but I did get some sweet potatos. Though not nearly as good as a cheeseburger the sweet potatos were ok, even if I did wear as much on my face as I got in my belly. However, the sweet potato facial did wonders for my skin. Ladies take note Sweet potato facials are going to become the new craze. Start exfoliating now before it's too late. The potatos worked great as a dye as well in fact the potatos managed to dye my eyebrows orange. Before I say good night I would just like to say how glad I am that the Seaholm JV baseball season is over. I know that my Daddy loved doing it but now I don't have to share my dad with those teenagers. Lastly I would like give a shout out to the Seniors at Seaholm that Daddy and coach Drapal coached as freshmaen and sophomores. Daddy and I will be there to cheer you guys on to the District championship tomorrow. I will be the cute guy in the bucket hat and Daddy will be the bald guy in the shades. Good night everyone I promise to write more regularly Asher

Why your the best Mom

This blog entry is dedicated to my mother. The most beautiful,smart, and loving women I know. This is going to sound very cliche according to daddy, however, I am going to say it anyway. I don't always tell you how much you mean to me. Daddy says this is a line guys use when they can't express their real feelings and emotions. I thought about this for a sec and realized this does not apply to me. I know I know I can't verbalize what I am feeling but come on I truly wear my feelings on my sleeve. If I am happy I give you the biggest smile in the world. If I am tired or dropped a gift off in my diaper I am going to cry. Mom dad explained this whole Mother's day deal to me, and I tell ya what I love it. I don't think Mother's get enough credit. I mean come on mothers truly make the world go round. Lets just review the facts on why you rock. You handled being nauseous the whole pregnancy. I would like to see daddy handle that. In honor of Mother's day I would just like to let the world know that I love you so much. You make me smile every time I see you. I know you love to sleep. Yet every morning when I scream my wake-up scream you come in and flash that mommy smile that always makes me melt inside. I love how you sing to me. Your voice is very beautiful and makes me feel special. Daddy might sing to me too but as you and all our friends and family know his voice is not very good. I love how you teach me how to dance. I know this is a good skill to have. According to dad ladies love a man that can dance. When I pressed dad about why mom married him even though he can't dance he told me I should learn how to smile. Cause if you can't dance you gotta at least flash a nice smile to get a pretty girls attention. Mom I love how you are able to balance working and loving on me. You do a great job of working from home even when I am being a huge distraction. Daddy tells me all the time that you make him a better man. So mommy on my first mothers day I am here to tell you that you make me a better baby. You rock my world and I can't wait till I can tell you face to face that Mom I love so much. You make me the luckiest man/baby on the face of the Earth. (Sorry Lou Gehrig that is just such a great line I had to use it) I love you Mom you are the best Mom ever. Asher

Johnny Damon rocks!!!

Wow what an experience I had at my first Tigers game. Saturday morning I was expecting to go to play at Nana and Papas house. Enroute to their house my daddy got a call from his good friend and head coach of the JV baseball team they coach at Seaholm. Dan told daddy that the doubleheader was canceled. However, Don, the varsity head coach had two tickets to the Tiger game this afternoon. My daddy was very excited. He said he would drop me off at Nana and Papa's and then swing by his place. Lucky for me Dan is a Polish genius. Dan said this would be a good opportunity to take me to my first Tiger game. Daddy thought for about a tenth of a second and said "Hell yeah! great idea". So daddy put me in my Mommy's all-star oufit with my Tigers cap and off we went diaper bag in tote. It was cloudy when we first arrived. I was feeling comfy. Then the sun came out and I was getting hot! Luckily my dad had put sun block on me before we left. As far as the game went the Tigers scored first to go up 1 to 0. As the game went on the Tigers decided to start making errors left and right. As I was heating up the Tigers defense was cooling off. Miguel Cabrera who dad says is a Triple Crown Threat was playing like the Court Jester. He made two errors in one inning! The Tigers went down 2 to 1. Then the Tigers rebounded and started playing a little better, they tied the game at 2 going into the 8th inning. Around this time Daddy talked to Grandpa Gerry. He was at the game too! So we met up and said our hellos. I could hear my Grandpa before I could see him. His voice is very booming and it always puts a smile on my face. When I have a smile on my face the ladies just melt. I heard the lady in the pink ask Gerry if he was looking for a guy with the cutest baby ever. I just knew she was talking about me. We met up with great Aunt Barb and Sue as well as Great Uncle David. It was pretty cool. I also met local radio personality Drew from the Drew and Mike show on the WRIF. He seemed nice though it seemed as if he was playing hide and seek with my cousin Isabelle and did not want to be found. Once dad and I got back to our seats we were ready for an epic conclusion to my first Tiger game. Johnny Damon the Tigers left fielder threw a strike to home to stop the Angels from scoing the go ahead run and keep the game tied. This came as a huge surprise to me because Daddy has told me many times that he had a better arm than Johnny Damon when he was 12 years old. Either daddy had a really good arm when he was 12 or daddy is full of bologna. In the bottom of the ninth Dan and daddy were talking and Dan said this would be a great chance for Damon to hit a walk off homer. Daddy said yup, also a great spot for his first homer as a Tiger. Two pitches later I heard a resounding crack of the bat and pandemonium ensued. Johnny Damon had hit a walk-off homer to win the game. To celebrate We went to Lafayette Coney Island and had a couple chilli dogs. Dad put his pinkie in the chilli and let me taste it. It was very flavorful but I think I will stick to Similac for now. What a day! I just gotta say Dad you are awesome but for a day Johnny Damon you rock. Asher

Patience

What a great day I had today!! My daddy has Mondays off of work now. I like this because I get to spend the whole day with him. With the exception of baseball practice. We started out our day a little differently than normal. I woke daddy up at 430 am to change my diaper. Wow did he look happy to do that!! He was just so excited to be able to see me so early in the morning. I told daddy I could make this a daily occurence. He said that it might be a better idea to only do this once in awhile. He said "In order to make it extra special." That daddy is so smart. After a great breakfast daddy told me today would be Car Maintenance Monday. We would get an oil change on daddy's car in the morning then after my nap we would get new wiper blades for mommy's car and then an oil change. Let me tell you about mommy's wiper blades. They were in sad shape. The rubber lining was coming off. Mommy had been telling daddy for some time to get it done. I guess it took riding out to auntie Shellie and Uncle Erick's in the rain to finally take action. As far as oil changes in cars go I don't have the slightest clue how to change the oil in a car. Evidently daddy doesn't either since he payed the car dealerships to do it for him. The oil change for daddy's car went great. Everyone thought I was so cute. (Shocker!) We came home and had lunch with mommy. She just loves to hold my hands and have me stand up like the giants that walk on their own two feet do. I gotta admit I love to do it myself. It makes me feel a little bit more grown up. As mommy and I were doing this daddy called the Ford dealership to see if they could change mommy's oil in the hour and a half window we had until daddy had to be at baseball practice. They assured him it would be no problem. So off we went. We got there and everyone was so friendly and helpful. We decided that we would use the jogging stroller to go for a jog/walk. Daddy says that we went on a 20 minute jog and 25 minute walk. I cannot dispute these facts because I was sawing logs about 10 minutes into the jog. I mean how could I not fall asleep. The stroller rides like a cadillac and the wind was blowing just right. Next thing I know we are back at the dealership and daddy has a frown on his face. He is talking to the car service tech who is telling daddy they haven't even started on the car yet. Daddy asks if they could just stop the job because he has to be at practice shortly. The serveice tech tells him they will do it very quickly. Daddy says o.k. but it was really putting him out, and he is disappointed they told him it would be done at a certain time and it isn't going to be. A few minutes later and the car was done and they had given daddy $20 off the oil change. Daddy says that sometimes it pays off to not get angry and blow up. In the end daddy saved $20 and he was only a few minutes late to practice. Not to mention he saved some himself some gray hairs by not getting stressed about the situation. Which is good because mommy and I were just talking about the gray hairs popping up on daddy's head. Daddy said that patience is a virtue and if I can learn this early on in life I will be much happier for it. Well daddy today you taught this lesson well. I have a sense that applying it in my own life will be a work in progress. Especially considering the language daddy used when that car sat at that stoplight for several extra seconds on the way to dropping me off at grandmas. I am just saying remember that patience is a skill that takes patience to instill in me. Good night Asher

A busy baby

Man have I been keeping myself busy. In keeping myself so busy I have neglected this great blog. Well I am back baby!! Well in the 3 days that I didn't blog my a lot has happened. My hair is growing like the weeds in the perennial garden before dad dug them up and put them in the yard waste bag. Well my hair isn't really growing but those weeds sure were. I still got more hair growth going than daddy though. Lets see what else has been happening. I am perfecting a grunting noise. I think it makes me sound tough. My parents have realized that when I grunt like that it is their queue to put me in my crib because I am exhausted. I did not believe them until I had my first baby blackout moment. I had just finished a great bottle of formula followed by a ridiculously loud burp. Next thing I know the sun is shining on my face and I am in my crib. That was one crazy feeling. Not a bad feeling because after a quick diaper change I was gettting more of that delicious formula. I feel like I have learned so much in the last 3 days. The last factoid I will give you is that I love monkeys. I mean who doesn't love monkeys. I think that mommy will let me get a monkey when I get older. Our cat Caeli looks kinda like a monkey. The way she crawls all over everything she will get along great with a monkey. Dad has said no way. However, if I get mom on my side we can get dad to do just about anything we want. Hopefully this Suh guy that the Lions just drafted will help the Lions win a few games. I think that if the Lions switched their mascot to a monkey they would win a few more games. I mean come on how cool would it sound The Detroit Monkeys just think about. Asher

It's just a number

I overheard my dad saying that he needs to lose 15 pounds. First off I thought "Man that is a lot of weight" Secondly I thought "why would he possibly want to lose weight?" It seems like mom and dad are wanting me to gain weight. This is just further proof that grownups are weird. Lastly I thought when daddy weighed me yesterday I weighed 14.5 pounds. I was just a little guy at birth 5 pounds 12 ounces. So by my calculations I have gained 8 pounds 12 ounces so far. Seeing as it has taken almost 5 months to gain that weight, I would say my dad has his work cut out for him to lose 15 pounds. The most confusing thing about this weight loss goal is the fact that everyone is fascinated about how much weight I have gained. Shoot every time I get weighed and I have gained weight my dad makes the same face he did when the Tigers beat the Indians on that wild pitch last Sunday. So after a leisurely third feeding today, I confronted dad about this weight loss goal. I said dad "I am worried about you. I don't think it is a very healthy idea to try to lose 15 pounds. I would have got some people over here for an intervention, but I don't know how to work a phone, and I am sure everyone is watching the Tigers or Red Wings. However, I just need to know your reasoning behind losing weight." After a good belly laugh, A rather large belly laugh in more ways then one, my dad gave me his side of the story. He said he doesn't necessarily have to lose 15 pounds but he does have to be healthy. To be more healthy be must lose some weight. He added that he loves me and mommy very much. In order to keep his heart in good working order he cannot be overweight. Daddy went on to say that he wants to spend many many more years hanging out with me. In order to do this he has to get in shape. This made me feel very good inside. Even though I am still confused about this whole weight loss/weight gain thing. One thing I can understand is love. Good luck dad Mommy and I are rooting for you to lose the weight.
P.S. That fancy jogging stroller you and mommy bought might be a good way to drop a couple pounds, and have some fun with Me!!! Just a little friendly advice from A.C. Peace and love Asher