From Carrie

Asmund is informing Ron that he has a "poop pot" gun. Carl gave his groomsmen nerf guns. We now have two in the house and EVERYTHING is fair game.

More great things

When Asmund and I were heading downstairs while Wystan was sleeping, Asmund wanted to write a note for Wy. He took a pen and paper, and in scribbly lines, wrote: "Me, daddy, downstairs, movie." I added, "Be sure to let him know he can come down when he wakes up." "You, come, downstairs, awake."

When we asked Asmund how he felt about having another baby brother or sister, his eyes widened as he smiled. Then he pouted. "What's wrong?" we asked. "No sister!" We are in the process of telling him either would be wonderful. :)

Daddy, you are my dude

My almost-four-year-old son said, I've been fighting bad guys all my life. Me, too, Asmund.

 

His term for good guys is happy guys. He's onto something.

 

At the Ren Fest last Saturday, my heart lit up when I was listening in to Asmund and four other children in one of the play structures. "Hello, my name is Asmund," he said to them. He's often shy, but it was a breakthrough time, open to meeting other children on his own.

 

Carrie:

 

Asmund's grocery list: chicken noodles, beef, sausage, peas, chicken, eggs, cheese for cheesie peas. Hum...maybe i should feed him more meat...

 

Wystan just gave me a long hug. Without asking to nurse. Which is sweet because I've been telling him for thirty minutes how frustrated I am with his up all night routine. My kids make me want to be a better parent.