asher girl. my little mama.
she points to the appropriate person when I ask “where’s dada” or “where’s camp” but when I say “where’s mama”
she points to herself.
she’s a little mama.
and she can be so darn sweet when she wants to be.
“Asher, give mama a hug”… and she will run up to me and throw her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder.
she even gives the dog hugs. except sometimes I think she thinks “sweet girl” means to give a hug too.
I’ll take it, it’s precious.
when we were in Waco, we were playing outside at my parents house and I told her to go give Camp a kiss.
this is what took place.
she really is a sweet sissy.
she may on occasion [ok, more than just on occasion] bite, hit, pinch, scratch, and did I mention bite?
but when she wants to be.
she’s a sweet girl.
[ok, I”m trying something new today. I’m going to go for “screen free” Wednesday. see you tomorrow!]