A Day in the Life...

I realized that so often I don't take pictures because I want my pictures to look perfect.  I want them to look professional and gorgeous and just capture the moment so perfectly.  And, well, let's be honest, I can't do that.  Since I can't do that, sometimes I choose to not take a picture at all.  But I've realized how sad that is and decided I wanted pictures of Asher (and me and Marcus) throughout a normal day, unposed and just how things are.

So here is a day in the life of Asher.  Taken by me, mostly, but a few from Marcus, like the ones first thing in the morning when I'm feeding him.  Lots are taken at awkward angles or aren't the best pictures, but to me they represent our day and all of the small moments that are so sweet (or crazy...)

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Good morning happy baby.  You watch me as we make your bottle.

You love to reach up towards me while you drink your bottle.  You reach for either my mouth or my nose, and like me to nibble on your fingers while you eat.

Then we go eat.  Today you had carrots and squash for breakfast.

Bathtime.

You go through a good part of your day without any pants on.

You play so well in your exersaucer while I run on the treadmill...but not until you'd fully examined my shoelaces first.

Naptime.  First I swaddle you up and let you play with my hair to distract you from the fact that you are being swaddled up, and about to be put to bed.  And yes, you are almost 7 months old and still like to be swaddled to sleep.  Just from the armpits down though, so you are free to move your arms or suck your thumb as you please.

Then you always play with the mobile for a minute, and think it is hilarious.  But sometimes it makes you frustrated that I don't let you eat it.

and then you go to sleep.  An hour or two later you wake up and I come get you.  And you are happy as can be to see me.

You are such a busy baby.  I put you down in the center of the closet with a toy and the next time I look over you are playing under dad's shirts.  Even though you can't crawl you can get to most places you want to be.

I couldn't make your bottle fast enough and you got pretty upset.  The water just takes so long to get warm!

I let you play in the sink when you were bored even though that is probably not a good place for a baby to play.  So when you are older and say I never let you do anything you want to, you can look back on this and see that I did.

When dad got home we took a little trip to Target.  Here dad was passing you off to mom because you needed your diaper changed - silly dad.

One of your favorite toys right now is a little white matchbox car that dad bought you.  Tonight you were getting tired and fussy and dad dumped your whole basket of toys out for you to play with and the little car is what you chose.

Goodnight sweet baby boy.