11 Months | Two Sides of this Story

Are you a good news or a bad news first kind of person? Today contains both a happy story and a hard one. But maybe not what you think. I'll start with the hard story...

Today Asher is 11 months, which is mostly a happy story though I cannot believe he is nearly ONE YEAR OLD. It's hard to fathom that he's nearly a year, maybe it's the lack of sleep and general chaos of our life that's causing the blurriness in my memory. But that's not the really hard part. The hard part is that Addise was 11 months when she came home and we didn't even see a picture of Judah until he was over twice that age. Lump. In. Throat. 

As Asher approached 11 months, I could feel my emotions rising. Math cannot count the endless hours I've spent rocking Asher, the number of kisses I've given him, the hours of sleep lost, the amount of pictures and videos capturing his every milestone and adorable baby-ism. It's when I think of the sheer number of moments and days we've lost with Judah and Addise that my heart about becomes undone. My momma heart can't hold all we've missed out on with our oldest two. So, as we mark Asher's 11 month of life, the sting of the loss of adoption strikes again.

Moving on to the happy story, this little guy is beyond fun and sweet and strong and smiley and oh-so active. Brian and I look at each other with tears in our eyes all the time in wonder for his miraculous life.

whatevs, mom...
One happy baby in his big boy stroller and handmade blankie. (We love Gigi and Guka!)
Can the faux hawk stay forever?
Exploring is his full time job. He's discovered the Tupperware drawer.
Apparently, he's also working out on the side...look at those muscles!
I mean...REALLY!?!?
First time riding the carousel at Disney with Daddy.
Eating in his highchair these days and forever curious with how things work...just like his big brother.

These days Asher is crawling at Mach speed, collecting bumps and bruises on his forehead as he learns to walk, talking up a storm, and eating finger foods - preferably sour/salty foods (his fav are grapefruit (!!), blueberries, and veggie chips). He smiles like it's his job and he wins the affection of everyone he meets. Stranger danger has also moved into his body and he pouts and whines when his fan club takes him away from his parents, which is simultaneously endearing and infuriating for said parents.

He's obsessed with Judah and Addise and prefers to play with their toys than his silly baby toys. In fact, his preferred toys are remote controls and iPhones...such a boy!!! He wakes up earlier than his sibs and while mommy's making coffee, he's been known to speed crawl down the hallway, bang on their bedroom door, and yell for them. When I finally open the door, he races toward Addise's bed, giggling and talking all the way. The feeling is mutual.

Asher loves giving open-mouth kisses. Highlights of his daily life include early morning snuggles with mommy and daddy in bed and afternoon naps with his daddy. The latest development is his emerging strong-willed personality. When the little dude doesn't get his way (especially taking remotes and phones away from him), full-on tantrums are thrown. WHAT THE HECK? Aren't we a year early on this one? He must be Brian's son. ;)

He's pure delight. Please stay this little forever. Deal?