a couple of Asher stories

Coming from a variety of different countries, many of Asher's friends have quite unique names. My favorites, in terms of names, are "Fenway" and "End Zone"

Their given names are actually Finlay and Enzo, but if I say them correctly,  Asher corrects me. I think he likes his sports terminology.

He also has a friend named Alp (as in the mountain. singular?) His name sounds a little like Owe (as in ouch) from all the kids.

Did I mention we're still trying to come up with a name for our baby?  Any suggestions.

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LAst week I let Asher ride ahead of me at the park.  We agreed on a meeting spot and he promised to wait there and not go off with ANYBODY until Ivy and I arrived.  We were separated for longer than I anticipated and I started to get a little worried.  Thankfully, he was right where I asked him to meet me.  That night at dinner, he mentioned that while waiting for me he met a man in the park with a "BIG HUGE bike, and he was big and huge and had brown skin that didn't match [mine] and tatoos and I said 'hi' and told him that I was waiting for my mom, and I wasn't even scared because I told him you would be there soon"

well, that's comforting- he's informing strangers that his mom isn't around!  Strangers that to him looking kinda scary. I guess the description sounded worse coming from Asher than my re-typing of it, but as he was telling the story, John just looked at me like "what were you thinking?"

fortunately, when I further questioned him on a later day, he said that he didn't have tattoos and he wasn't that big, and his bike was the same size as Daddy's.  

I'm assuming it was one of the landscape workers who are usually Sri Lankan (no offense, but they aren't exactly big burly men), and they are always very kind and friendly.  I'll still keep a closer eye on him.

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I fell asleep for a little bit while Ivy was napping and Asher was watching a little movie.  I woke up when I heard him in the kitchen getting himself something to eat.  I knew I should go in there, but I was so tired I just kept half sleeping.  Plus, I knew that we didn't really have any treats or things that he shouldn't be getting into, so I just left it.  When I heard him come out of the kitchen I opened my eyes and asked him what he was eating.  He tilted his cereal bowl forward so I could see what was in it.  oh good I thought "Yogurt?" mind you my eyes were a little glazed and he just smiled.  I then looked closer as he proudly announced "Not yogurt, Sugar!"

and he was all ready to eat it by the spoonful!

I knew I had to hide the nutella and chocolate chips, but plain white sugar!?!

*disclaimer, my parents are probably laughing because he gets this from me. I don't even want them to list all the sweet things I used to try and eat ALL the TIME!  I have grown up a little bit.

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a couple of photos of Asher (because everyone likes a post with photos) from last week when John took Asher to the Dubai autodrome for an afternoon at the races.  They got to watch cars and motorcycles and explore the pit area as well as climb on and in the vehicles.  They had a great time.  They went to watch "End Zone's" dad who is a professional race car driver!  How cool is that?  Oh and a little FYI from John, Enzo is the first name of Mr. Ferrari- you know the car guy. (probably where Asher's little friend got his name considering the father's profession).