I want dat

Asher will be 2 next month. My how time flies. In his short 2 years on this planet, he's already mastered that three-word sentence parents are plagued with for eternity -- "I want that."
Actually, it sounds more like, "I wahn dat," but what's the difference.
So, what does he want for his birthday? At the top of the list is a cow. You hears me -- a cow.
The cows on the farm down the street had babies, and he's in love with the shaggy baby cows.
"I like it!" he said, when we passed them yesterday. "I wahn one."
I told him he couldn't have a cow.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because," I said.
"But why?" he asked again.
I left it at that. Otherwise, the conversation would still be going on.
In addition to a cow, he's picked out a few other things he'd like from the Toys R Us sales circular that came in the mail the other day.
He wants a $1,400 swing set, a skateboard and a tween-sized bicycle in hot pink.
From his reaction after watching a scene from "The Batchelor" last night, he'd also like a hot tub full of scantily clad women.
"Whoa!!!" he said, after catching a glimpse of the women on the TV set.
I guess kids really do grow up too fast.

More Mr. Smarty Pants

This weekend I was telling my parents how Asher is learning Spanish at school. I asked Asher to show off some of what he's learned. It started out great. I said, "Uno," and Asher quickly followed with, "Dos. Tres."
Wow! Impressive.
Next I said, "Asher, say dog in Spanish."
He looked at me and said, "Dog in Spanish."
I thought my dad was going to roll out of his chair from laughing so hard.

Little smarty pants

Ok. So I'm doing really good at posting often ... not.
Since the last post, Asher has grown a few feet and started kindergarten. Not really. He has grown, though, and his attitude has grown right along with his little body.
Yesterday I was driving him to daycare. I was waiting for traffic to clear so I could make a left turn. From his car seat in the back, Asher was telling me how to drive. "Wait." pause. "Wait." pause. "Wait." I guess he wanted to make sure I knew to wait until it was clear before I made my turn.
Also yesterday Asher decided he would rather call me "Tami" instead of "Mommy." He sounds so grown-up when he says it. "Hi Tami." "Tami, can I have an orange?" "Tami, where's daddy?"
Although amusing at first, it's starting to wear on me.
As one friend pointed out, he must be smart. She said she doesn't even think her daughter knows she HAS another name ...