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!]