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

Pardon Me may I see the formula list

As many of you know my parents like to think of me as their Angel Baby. With this title comes a lot of pressure. Not so much for me, but for any would siblings of mine to come along down the road. All I gotta do is just sleep on sleeping on. Think about it, how great is it to get praised for sleeping through the night. I get embarrassed just thinking about getting praised for sleeping. My dad says when I am a teenager he will be yelling at me to get out of bed. I just can't wrap my head around this whole growing up thing. Since I have been such an angel baby I have had some opportunities to go out to eat with my parents, grandma and grandpa, and some of mommy and daddy's friends. Here are some of my observations so far. First there are wine lists, beer lists, and assorted other beverage lists. I have yet to find a restaurant with a formula list. My dad seems to be a Gin and Tonic guy. I on the other hand am similac on the rocks. By this I mean I like it James Bond 007 style. Shaken not stirred and slightly chilled. Many people call me crazy for drinking my formula cold. I on the other hand say don't knock it till you try it. I would just like to put it out their to all the infants world wide. I think we deserve to at least get formula on the menu. I know I know any responsible parent will bring formula from home. But I will leave you with a question. Do you see any adults bringing food into the restaurant??? I didn't think so. Babies worldwide we must unite. If we behave well enough to merit joining our families and friends in the restaurant experience. Then I say we should be able to see what else is out there. Who knows, maybe I will like enfamil better than Similac. Maybe not but it just seems fun having people bring food to you. Come to think of it, I guess my parents pretty much do that for me right now. Thank you Mom and Dad, for that and all the other great things you do for me. I still think I might be on to something here with the formula list. Just a thought goodnight and God bless all the angel babies across the world. Asher

Heat wave

Good lord was it hot today!!! As a baby born in late November I have not experienced heat quite like this. My dad loves the hot weather he says the hotter the better. I gotta admit the warm weather did feel nice. I like the warm weather the sun however is a slightly different story. Those ten months hanging out and growing inside Mommy did not prepare me for the sun. I just can't get over how bright everything is. So today I woke and was feeling pretty energenic. I felt like I could climb any mountain. Or at least stand in my modified exersaucer for hours. Don't get me wrong I love it. The exersaucer makes me feel like I am at the zoo. For some odd reason my dad let it slip that these exersaucers used to be able to move!!! Lets be realistic I am only 4 and a half months old I am not gonna run all over the house yet. But coooome on, what toddler doesn't want to jump at the chance to go bouncing down a flight of stairs?? My dad says that kids are growing up soft nowadays. I quite honestly can see why. Since I was so full of energy, my mom decided in order to burn some energy she would take me on a work errand to the post office and to show me off to some former co-workers. I can only hope that I have as much of an effect on women when I get older, because right now the ladies just can't get enough of me. I keep hearing people say I look so much like my daddy.(Mom be careful cause if daddy really does look alot like me he must be beating the ladies off with a stick)I on the otherhand think I have a great combo of both mommy and daddy. I just hope I don't get daddy's hair genes. Though I must say we do make the bald look work don't we daddy. Well good night all!!! Thank you for a good day mommy. When I get a little bigger can we revisit the idea of a walker that really moves.(Dad said it was o.k. with him) Just kidding Peace and Love Asher

Baptism by fire?

So I have been on my parents for a couple months now, When am I going to get baptised? And will there be fire, water, or a combination of the two. My dad had a good belly laugh at this question. He told me that I had been listening to his Sportscenter program too much. He explained that is just a saying sportscasters use to descibe a coach or player that gets thrown into a difficult situation. Whew that was a load off my mind. I can't imagine that my gentle baby skin would do to well with fire. So my parents explained that I am going to be baptised into the Catholic religion. I am curious if any babies out there have resisted being baptised. I have witnessed a couple in my short time here on Earth. Let me tell ya the noise coming out of some babies makes me a little nervous to say the least. My mom said that since I am her "little angel baby" I should have no problems. Well my mother has not led me astray yet so I guess I will just have to believe her. The church we are doing the baptism at is the same one my parents tied the knot.(Whatever the heck that means). I think this is very cool. Once my parents meet with a women and go to a one night class we will be all ready to set me on my path towards heaven. So those of you out there interested in seeing me get doused with some holy water it will be either Saturday June 12th or Sunday June 13th. My parents will let everyone know. As far as getting to heaven, my dad said to expect a few detours along the way but to not be dismayed cause to err is human. Well gotta go I think I just erred my pants. Peace and Love Asher

P.S. See ya tomorrow Nana!!! Great party on Sunday can't wait till your Birthday.

Birthday Dinners

So tomorrow is my beautiful mothers birthday. She is turning 21 years old. I would never be able to tell by looking at her young face and wonderful smile. Tonight we are going out to dinner with Grandma and Grandpa. Then tomorrow we are going out to nana and papas for dinner. My dad says that when you love someone you make them feel special by either making food for them or buying dinner for them out at a restaurant. I thought about this for awhile and then I realized that my parents prepare all my meals for me. So I guess they must really love me. On top of all the food. My parents clothe me, bathe me, and play with me. After thinking about all this I came to a conclusion. Not only am I going to be a very good boy at dinner tonight.(My dad said if I behaved their would be something in it for me) When I get older I am going to return the favor to my parents for all the nice things they do for me. When I get older I am going to make my parents the best birthday meal ever. HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY MOM!!! I will make you breakfast in bed one day soon ASher

Opening day part deux

So my dad thinks he is a smart guy. He managed to trick my mom and me into thinking that there is more than one opening day. He left me at 9 am this morning. I got confused, see he usually leaves before I wake-up. Today however he fed me and I thought we would spend a wonderful day together. Then he up and left me. At first I was disappointed. Then I realized that I was going to spend the whole day with my mother. Up till this point my father has been very prominent in my blog. Some like to say behind every good man is a good women. Well my dad and I would like to say that behind a great woman is a good man. My mom has a singing voice that is straight from the angels above. When I decide it would be a good idea to let my voice be heard my Beautiful mothers voice is always there to calm me down. On top of my mother's lovely singing voice she is not bad on the eyes. By this I mean I don't know how my dad managed to score a smoking hot babe like my mom. That goes without saying though. So shortly after my father left this morning my mother and I went back to the Secretary of State. I was instantly confused. See I had already been their earlier in the week and my dad said this was not a fun place to go. It turned out to be not that bad. If you did not know I can fall asleep in the middle of a gunfight. We got home and I got some quality time with my mom. Next thing I know dad was home and he smelled a little funny. Mom said he was a little saucy. I understand when the milk starts flowing sometimes it is hard to say no. From there we went to visit grandma and grandpa and G.G. (great grandma) It was fun. So where am I going with all this. Well I guess I am just trying to tell everyone that My mom must really love my dad. Between the coaching of baseball and all this baseball watching I am getting to spend alot of time with my mother. My dad says the Tigers are going to the playoffs and the JV baseball team has a lot of potential. I just can't wait till the JV baseball season is over. My dad says one day he will coach my baseball team. I can hardly wait. Go Tigers 3-1 with 158 games left to go.
Asher

Rainy Day

"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes it rains" Crash Davis (From the movie "Bull Durham")

Well today is a rainy day. On the surface many may say that is bad. However my beautiful and brilliant parents have been teaching me about weather and how rain and warm weather have a way of turning our neighborhood into a beautiful wonderland. I have already noticed a difference as the trees are sprouting leaves and the grass is getting greener. As for the the quote I led off with today, I think it is a pretty cool one. Over luch today my amazing dad and I chewed the fat about this very quote. I had 8 delicious ounces of similac formula. My dad chose to eat a Turkey and cheese sandwich. He told me it was delicious. I just can't see how anything could possibly taste better then breast milk from mommy or some aromatic formula. That is a debate that will have to wait for another day. According to dad the quote comes from the movie "Bull Durham" When I get much older my dad said we could watch it together. He said it is rated 'R' which I guess means is to cool for this infant to watch. So my old man went on to explain that the character responsible for the aforementioned quote is Crash Davis. He was a career Minor Leaguer. Not quite good enough for the pros but not lacking in talent or moxie. He refused to hang it up and coach like many self respecting former players do. As dad has told me before baseball relates to life in many ways and this quote in particular. Dad said that the quote means Sometimes in life things are going to go so great and your team (family/friends) cannot lose no matter what you do. People sometimes call this being in "The Zone" you can't explain it you just wish you could live your life here. At other times your team (family/friends) go through hard times. Sometimes these hard times may seem almost unbearable. Then there is the last part of the quote. "and sometimes it rains" This part means that in life at times the rain is going to come. Sometimes the game/life is going to delayed or canceled for the day. This part parallels life is that even when it is raining some good can come from it. In the movie the Durham Bulls bond with their day off and then proceed to get back on a winning streak. Here in the real world the life brings things to life. So on this rainy day I say make the most of it, and just think of the beautiful flowers that these showers will eventually bring. Time for that delicacy I like to call Similac. Mmmm Mmmm good Asher

Picking each other up

So as another day winds to a close, I will share a rather interesting conversation I had with my dear old dad. See, my father is a huge baseball fan. As many of you know baseball has some lingo that can be hard to understand for even the most rabid baseball fan. For example, the term hit and run. I mean what the heck??? When my dad was explaining this to me I promptly told him "If the runner takes off as the pitcher is throwing the ball, and then the batter swings to protect the stealing base runner shouldn't it be called the run and hit?" To this my dad could only reply "Asher, I can't tell you why exactly but it is just called the hit and run o.k." Hey who I am I to argue my dad has loved baseball for over 30 years. From here my dad continued talking baseball. The topic came around to the JV baseball team he spends so much time coaching. He told me that the team had some talent but they just weren't picking each other up. I thought "Dad I only weigh 13 pounds 8 ounces and you struggle picking me up" I did not dare say this after questioning the sanctity of the term hit and run. Instead I simply asked "Why" He said he couldn't quite put his finger on it. So then I asked to explain what he meant by "Not picking each other up" He broke it down for me like this. Picking each other up is when you go out of your way to help someone. To this I laughed which never ceases to get a smile out of my beautiful mom or dad or heck come to think of it darn near anybody. Dad smiled and said Asher to pick up a teammate is what makes baseball a team game. Sure no one is up there to help you when you are batting. However, if you grab their hat and glove and tell them "nice try, you will get them next time" after making the third out of an inning, then maybe just maybe they will be a little more likely to make the next play hit to them in the field or even get a hit in their next at bat. So before I lay my head to sleep I ask anyone reading this blog to Pick someone up because you never know when you will need someone to pick you up. Oh and I almost forgot Thank you Grandma Boylan for playing with me all day and Thank you Nana for coming and loving on me tomorrow. My Mom and Dad wanted me to send a sincere thank you to all those that pick them up. For this they are truly grateful. Good night before I start drooling on the keyboard.
Asher

Opening Day

Well just got back from the Secretary of State with my lovely father. It was not nearly as bad an experience as dad had warned me it was going to be. I decided it would be a grand idea to fall asleep on the ride over there. I then proceeded to sleep through the 30 minute visit. I did slightly hear an older lady tell my dad that I was adorable in my striped Mommy's All-Star outfit and Detroit Tigers cap. I gotta admit it never gets old hearing people tell me how cute I am. So as I awoke from my most excellent nap daddy told me that I was wearing my Tigers cap because today is Opening day. Opening day for what was my first question. He went on to tell me that this is a day that hope springs eternal. He went on to explain that today over one hundred thousand Americans will flood into ballparks all across this great country of ours. As they walk into the stadium every true fan thinks "This is the year!!!" To me that sounds just wonderful. So before I go eat some lunch I leave you with this pearl of baby advice. "Live every day like it is opening day. Because you never know what a little positive thinking can do for you." Go Tigers!!!!!! Yours truly Ashmandu (I am trying out some nicknames) Let me know what you think.

Well I would like to to start off my first post by introducing myself. I am Asher Crepeau and I am 4 months 10 days and 8 hours old. I think this would make me the youngest blogger on the planet. Once I get some followers you can fact check that for me. I am blogging through my dad, He is the best dad in the whole world. He changes my diapers and makes sure I don't have spit up on my shirt when I go out in public. Some babies nowadays just don't have any self-respect. For example, just today at church I saw a baby about my age and she was looking a hot mess. Hair and clothes just covered in milk. I had every reason to believe she was a total milkaholic. You know the type just can't get enough of the sauce. Anyway I am going off topic. I would just liketo wish everyone a Happy Easter. I had a great one at Nana and Papa's. They love me very much. It was great to get to see everyone and share the festive day. I really love my aunts and uncles and cousins. Well as you all know it is getting a little late for a baby so I will have to check ya later. Peace out from the crib
Asher


P.S. Thanks go out to Isabelle for setting this up.