Pockle!

Asa's first popsicle - and given the recent heat wave, far from the last.

As usual, he's very meticulous; he eats a popsicle far more neatly than any child I've ever seen.  The bib was mostly unnecessary.  Astounding.

The Quotable Asa

Outside the Nocturnal Exhibit at the Zoo: "Fox, Mummy?  Fox isside?  Fox?"  (Yes, there is a pair of Fennec Foxes in the Nocturnal Exhibit.  No, Asa hasn't seen them in over a month, if even then.)

Watching the opening credits of the Muppet Movie, on a recent rainy day: "'Tar!  'Tar!"  (His way of saying "guitar" - either he remembered that Kermit plays the banjo in that opening scene, or he was responding to the (I think) harp in the overture.  Either way - kudos.)

Singing to himself, while working on a Cookie Monster puzzle: "C ee fa Cookie, oona puh Me.  C fa fa Cookie, umma muh Me.  Cookie Cookie issa C." In tune.  He can also sing the theme to "Thomas and Friends", and at least the tune of "Caillou".

Speaking of Caillou (which we often do, as Asa loves it): a dog named "Mimi" had a bit part.  Asa turned to me and said, "Mimi!"
Me: Yes, and you have an Aunt Mimi, don't you?
Asa (with a look that clearly noted how little I understand): Bikker.
Me: Bikker?  What?
Asa (more carefully): Bee-ker.
Me:  Oh.  Of course.  You're right, honey, Beaker [the Muppet] says "Mee Mee Mee".
(Sorry, Aunt Mimi.  I tried.)

Also on the topic of Caillou: at breakfast one morning, Asa, who had been talking to himself, suddenly said "Mommy!  Daddy!"
Me: Um, honey, you don't have a Daddy.
Asa (again, that slightly withering 'you don't really get it, Mummy' look): No.  Caillou.
Me: Caillou has a Daddy, that's true.
Asa: Caillou daddy.  Asa Caillou.
Me: You're pretending to be Caillou?
Asa: Yes.  Bekkis, Mummy.  Ot-mil.  (translation: Breakfast, Mummy.  Oatmeal.)

Finally, during a recent thunderstorm, we went out onto the porch to watch.  Initially, Asa seemed quite nervous of the thunder and lightning, but as we stood outside, he seemed to really get into it - he wouldn't let us go back inside.  Afterwards, as we were getting him ready for bed, he ran to the door, and said, "Funder?  More?  'Gain?  Funder?  More?"

A Thousand Dreams I Wish For You

As many as there are dandelions to wish on.

Fetal Development, 101

No, I didn't give him the book to read.  We'd left it on the coffee table, and he found it all by himself.  

Another quarter in the therapy fund...

Strollin' With My Baby

It started well... Asa decided to take one of his dolls (actually my old Cabbage Patch Kid, who fits in the stroller better than his beloved Bébé) on our afternoon walk.

But doll strollers aren't good at off-roading.

So that's about as far as we got before the poor doll was abandoned to Mummy's care.  Which involved Mummy slinging the entire stroller - doll and all - over her shoulder as she ran after her speedy toddler.

Not to mention, of course, that Asa requested to be carried home.  Why do I fall for stuff like this?

Mummy's Little Helper...?

It seemed like such a great idea at the time...

I suppose, when I asked if he'd like to "help Mummy water", I should have specified "water the flowers".

Asa Says, "Hey, Guess What?!"

Which does indeed mean that while Bean made Three, Sprout will make Four, and a change of decoration (e-decoration?  blogoration?) will be taking place before long...

Details?  You want details?  We don't have many, yet, and certainly don't have pictures to show.  All we know is that Sprout should make an appearance sometime around the New Year, and that we're not going more than 15 minutes from home as of about Thanksgiving!

Asa, meanwhile, is as excited as a not-quite-two-year-old can be about such things.  He knows the words "brother" and "sister", and smiles when he says them.  Let's hope those smiles continue.

(Thank you Auntie Becke for the awesome shirt!)