Snips and snails ...

Whoever decided boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails wasn't joking.

Saturday, I took Asher to visit his Great Grandma Loanna and Great Grandpa Dean. Dean made yummy enchiladas that were to die for.

While we were waiting for the enchis to cook, we hung out in the back yard. This is when it occurred to me that my little boy was, well, a little boy.

In a three-hour time span he managed to:

A. Attempt to steal a margarita.

B. Climbed on lots and lots of big rocks, then climbed behind the rocks where he became wedged between a rock and a wooden fence. Ouch! He was rescued by his GiGi's friend Dave.

C. Climbed on the rocks some more, then tried to actually climb a tree. His arms were a little to short to reach the branches, thank goodness.

D. Dumped a large container of potting soil onto the ground near the patio, then rolled around in it -- literally. He has potting soil in his hair, all over his clothes and inside his diaper.

E. Ate dog food. Actually, he ate dog food at two different locations this day.

F. Stuck his head in the dog water bowl. Now, this isn't an ordinary dog water bowl. It's a giant pot of slobbery, filthy water used by three slobbery but sweet boxer dogs. The water must taste better than it looks, because the kid went back for seconds.

G. Learned he can get in and out of Dean and Loanna's house through the dog door. It's just his size -- he doesn't have to crawl in and out of it, he can actually walk through it.

H. Brought Mommy a crispy, dead locust shell.

Needless to say, I was pretty wiped out after the visit. Here are some photos.

Asher gets a haircut!