It Going Down in My Belly

This one is too long for the side of my blog - it gets its own post.

I preface this by saying that my two year old son is incredibly intelligent and verbalizes very well for his age.

Me (sitting on the couch, nursing Ashton): "Aiden, honey, please don't put your finger in your nose."
... 5 minutes or so later ...
Me: "How's that booger?"
No reply
Me: "Did you get it?"
Aiden: "Nope."
... Not even 60 seconds later ...
Aiden: "I eat it!"
Me: "You ate what, honey?" (distracted by the evening news)
Aiden: "My booger!"
Me (with all my might, holding in hysterical laughs just begging to be let out): "Oh no, Aiden, we don't eat boogers! That is SO yucky! We do NOT do that!"
Aiden: "I did. I eat my booger. It go-win [going] down. Down in my bewey [belly]."

I knew one day soon I would have to go through the whole booger eating stage. I am sure I did it as a kid, but seriously, what would make a person do THAT?! Ew, gross!

Almost 1 month Later ...

Whew! What a month it has been since Ashton was born! I can't really remember any day specifically - it has all melded together into a memory of happiness and exhaustion.
But I want you all to know that Ashton is a sweet, sweet blessing from the Lord (when he's not crying!). He was a docile new, newborn, but has figured out the difference between being held and laying down, so we are implementing the pacifier, which is working to plug the "fussies." He's a hearty eater and spit-uper, loves attention from his big brother, and sleeps 4-6 hours at a time in his bassinet at night. His gassy smiles are beginning to evolve into smiles of recognition at my face. I think we will be making a turning point soon - going from chaos mode, to one that more resembles a proper family atmosphere . . . hopefully!