The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

lighthouse

Our Alma Mater

JMU's Wilson Hall against our beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

JMU

4th of July

Fireworks at the Nation's capital

4th of July

Generations

Our boy and Great Grandpa

Generations

On Top of the World

On the Mountain

Christmas Picture

The boys at our favorite Christmas tree farm

Boys

WWII Memorial

Posing with history

WWII Memorial

Baby with a Sun Hat

A lady on holiday...

Sun Hat

Let's Go Fly a Kite...

Flying our new kite at the beach

Kite

Beach Bums

Our guys checking out something in the sand

Beach Bums

The Sunset

Watching another beautiful soundside sunset

Momma watching the Sunset

Watching the Sunset

Watching the sunset over the Sound

Sunset

Moon over Arizona

Looking up at the moon from the mountains near Phoenix

Moon

Deep Thoughts

Contemplating the duck-pond

Deep Thoughts

Inside the Box

A moment of rest

In the Box

Gardening with Grandma

Helping to plant flowers

Planting

Not So Sure

Any idea what she is thinking?

Baby

Finding Comfort

Nothing like a thumb to suck and arms to hold you

The Brothers

Best of friends (most of the time)

Playing Coy

Our shy little lady

Daddy's Girl

Mommy & Her Girl

Christmas tree hunting

Woodcutters

Who gets to cut down the tree?

Sweet Siblings

Snuggles for a baby sister

Celebrating

The Big Three

Loving The Snow

Snow Bear

Watching

And obviously very entertained

Winter Fun

Sledding anyone?

Two Beauties

Mommy's favorite girl and favorite flower

Staying Cool In The Sun

Already a fashion plate

More Cute Asher Sayings

Feb 28th, 2004 by angie | 0

One morning Asher was walking around in circles through our living room and kitchen. Mr. Safety (Brian) was sitting on the counter typing on his laptop, and Asher randomly walked by, looked up and said, “You be careful, Daddy!” It was repeated the next night when Brian and I were going out and he was staying with a babysitter. As we were walking out the door, Asher, yelled, “Bye-bye, Daddy! You be careful!”

This was the phrase Asher adopted whenever he wanted Brian or I to hold him. He would spread out his arms as wide as he could and say, “Mommy (or Daddy), Ashes hold you.”

One Sunday, we went out to lunch, and while we were sitting at our table, Asher saw our friends, Justin & Jacquie Prather come in. He promptly yelled at the top of his lungs, “Prather! Come here! See Ashes John Davis!”

This one emerged one day when Asher found one of Micah’s hats in his car seat. Promptly putting the hat on Micah’s head at a skewed and crazy angle, Asher took one look and said, “Oh Micah, you look beautiful!”

Mom and I took the boys shopping one Tuesday, and while we were in WalMart, Asher sat in the back of the cart. We were waiting to come out in the aisle, and Asher hung over the end of the cart, looked both ways, found an older couple walking down the aisle, and yelled to them, “Watch out, people!”

The other day, Asher came running out to the living room with his soccer ball. He stood at the front door and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Come in, Josh! Come in, Ben! Come in, Danny! Play soccer with Ashes!”

Friday night after square dancing at our church, we were driving home, and Asher was pointing at us from the back seat, counting us. This is how it sounded, “One Daddy. Two Mommies! One Mommy! Two Daddies!” Occasionally, he would say, One Daddy! Two Daddies!”, but the best was when he said, “One Daddy, two Mommies. Micah, three!”

Saturday we went shopping and finally bought Asher his potty, so we could start the training process. After his bath, he told Brian he wanted to sit on his potty, so Brian brought him in and sat him down. Once he was seated, he said, “Stinky.” Brian asked him, “Do you have to go stinky?” Asher said, “Uh huh.” He sat there for a few more seconds, then when nothing happened, he said, “Not working!”

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