Ok, admittedly Asher's hair was getting too shaggy. I wanted to keep it long, but it definitely needed shaping. So, I decided instead of going to one of those Great Clips kind of places he needed to get used to one person. I made him an appointment with my stylist. I was working, and Mark was off so Mark met me at the place with Asher. I don't know what I thought I was going to do that Mark couldn't. Anyway, Asher climbed up me crying before we even tried getting in the seat. My stylist told me that most kids do better with just Dad. I knew this made sense, but it kind of busted my bubble. I mean, I had rearranged my work schedule so I could be there for my baby. This was like his 4th haircut, but the first in a while. He NEEDED his mommy, right. Wrong! So, I said my good-byes and "left". Really, I just sat in the waiting area and soon he quieted down. Before long my stylist came up and said he was the best child she had ever cut! Of course, I was very pleased. Then, I saw my little toddler waddling around the corner. He had no hair! Well, at least that's the way I perceived it. He looked totally different. It was NOTHING like I wanted, but in the middle of the crying and my big getaway, I didn't have a chance to explain well exactly what I wanted. Poor girl doesn't have ESP. I was horrified because we're having family portraits done at the beach in 3 weeks. Surely, it will be grown out by then. Granted, my child is beautiful no matter what and would be adorable with a buzz. I have been trying to style it in a faux hawk, but it just want stay. 
This past weekend Asher's Grandma (my step-mom) visited. It was a short visit but we had a great time. She was able to go with us to our Sunday School party. We have some cool people in that class, and we always have fun. Asher stole everyone's thunder during one moment in the evening though. He kept going to the tub of drinks and getting out an energy drink. He would tip it up like he was drinking it. He did this over and over and over. I can't tell you how long he entertained himself and us doing this. He was so confident in what he was doing. We finally realized he was drinking the water off the tops (yummy:P). Silly boy!
Not a happy camper when Grandma was leaving.
So, I've been terrible at keeping everyone up to date the last couple of weeks again. I seem to go in spurts. It's because most of the time I use my work laptop that does not have pictures on it. Anyway, this is a week late... Last weekend we had a great visit with our good friends Lance, Pam, Lawrence, and Annabelle. We went to stay with them in Sylva NC. It's a small, cozy corner of the world in the mountains. I would describe it as very charming with its little shops and restaurants. Evidently, it's a Mecca for Floridians.
Lance and Pam have done a great job with their house. It's perched on a little ridge with the best view. I teased them that they lived on a Mountain and referred to it with their last name.
We didn't do a lot except eat out a couple of times (go figure:). We just spent much needed time catching up, and letting the kids play. We had not seen their house since they moved to NC, and we had not had the pleasure of meeting their beautiful addition Annabelle. It was a relaxing time and comforting to be with good friends.
The awesome view
Our good friends
Asher digging in. He LOVES watermelon now!
The boys sporting
thier dinosaur pj's. Asher was totally obsessed with the
doggie vacuum!
“As a mother, my job is to take care of what is possible and trust God with the impossible.”--Ruth Bell Graham
