Asher Facts

He is getting so chunky! Not only does he have rolls now, his rolls have rolls.
His eyes are still dark blue.
He had two dimples in his smile, but they’ve disappeared in his magnificently round cheeks.
His toes are constantly flexing and opening, as if he’d like to grab onto things with them.
His hair is a light, reddish brown. It might fall out before too long–Lucas’s hair all around the sides and back of his head fell out until he had a mohawk.
He spits up fairly often. I think he eats until he pops.
Gas makes him really mad and uncomfortable, but he’s getting better about burping.
His chin is ticklish and he frequently smiles if you touch him there.
He likes to look at lights, windows, and the framed pictures on the wall.
He and I are now having little “conversations” in which I speak softly to him and he gazes into my eyes and replies with a variety of little sounds.
He has impossibly long fingers.
Somehow, every two days he accumulates a fistful of black lint that gets stuck between his fingers and in the creases of his hands despite regular bathing. I have no idea where this black lint is coming from. Everything he touches is white, yellow, light green or baby blue.
His first nap starts at 8:30 a.m. He naps off and on all day; usually he’s awake no more than an hour at a stretch.

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