Last Monday at 8:05 a.m.:
This Monday at 8:05 a.m.:
Asher and I were both sleeping soundly. Hooray.
At 11:30ish a.m., when I remembered Asher was one week old and that I wanted to take a picture, here is what he was doing:
And here is what big brother was doing:
Caught red-handed trying to mess with the swing. He thinks it's his job to turn it on and off fifty times a day.
And then big brother decided he needed to be "by" Asher, and tried to sit on top of him in the swing.
Luckily, the swing was moving and he was not successful.
Here's to one week!