The Tired Tale of Motherhood.

Now that Asher is one, I am trying to taper down the monthly posts and include the other two boys in my posts more often. Asher is now 13 months and that innate desire, no, NEED to blog is overcoming me. And Asher seems to be the only one I feel the NEED to blog about.

First thing on my agenda is there has been no walking, just steps. Asher only dares to take help-free steps when he is really excited about whatever it is he is headed to like a computer screen or a bath tub. The Spirit must have given him confidence one day at church because he attempted to walk between the aisles. He was doing great until he was trampled by a family of five. Since then, he has been a tad shy about walking.

Instead of walking he has averted all his time and attention to climbing. The boy has to be on top of the tallest thing in the house. His favorite route is to climb onto the couch, then up the back of the couch using the window seal as a step, then onto our kitchen table to play with the laptop and hide his binkie in the candle warmer. You may be wondering if I am in a constant state of panic? Yes, yes I am. There is no stopping the child. He can climb into and out of the bath and on every bed in the house.

Secondly, every moment from bedtime to breakfast makes me want to rip my hair out, or what is left of it. Asher will sleep through the night in weekly spurts and then get up during the night in weekly spurts. I almost feel like it is harder now than when he was tiny because he doesn't just fight sleep, he battles with sleep. Every time we suggest closing his eyes, he takes it personal. And when we finally get him to sleep by routine rubbing his back, rocking and bouncing this 25 pound child for half an hour, we gently lay him in his crib. This moment is crucial. If he sees us, it is all over. We literally drop to the floor and army crawl out of his room while holding our breath. Just when we are back in bed and thinking we are home free, he cries, jumps up and pushes the door fully open so we can better hear his upset screams. He then proceeds to throwing his binkie against the wall, and we are all up-again and again and again.

Repeat process until in tears, and then repeat again.

Lastly, Josh let me try out the camera, and I snapped these pictures of my "innocent" little boy. Although it appears I snapped them so I could bemoan my loss of sanity in this post, I thought I would try out a little photography action. So let it be known, I tried.