Okay, so Asher turned 6!
On his actual birthday, he was on a Man Campout with K and the other fathers + sons from church. We didn't get to celebrate like we usually do, but the upside is that Asher found a real live skull in the woods, and after bleaching it and baking it (safety update: our smoke detectors work) he now has a super manly keepsake of the day he ceremoniously entered the second half of his first decade of life.
We decided to forego birthday parties in favor of family adventures this year. Asher wanted to go to LEGO Land, so a week or so after his birthday, that is what we did. I wanted it to feel like a birthday, even if were celebrating a week late, so we did it up right and decorated his bed the night before (LEGO colors) and put out surprises like we usually do. There is one major DIY surprise not pictured, but I will show you that in a separate post. (This is me committing. To posting. You are hereby permitted to hold me accountable.)
You'll notice I made a cake. From scratch. It was six layers of LEGO-colored awesomeness that tasted like...nothing special. Ha. We threw 2/3 of it away. Do I still get points for over-achieving?
And there you have it: Asher's 6th birthday. I love birthdays! But most of all, I love Asher. There is so much that is strange/mysterious/endearing about him. He likes the *idea* of candy but rarely eats it. He loves animals and wrestling and inventing and pretending and the outdoors and anything that can be classified (however loosely) as manly. More than anything in the world he wants to grow up to be a...dog. Or a wolf. Mostly a dog.
Oh, he makes me smile. And shake my head. Mostly smile. Happy birthday, Asher!