Asher hit my favorite milestone! 18 months and off to nursery he goes. Oh happy day. When I picked him up (let's be real, when his nursery teachers finally came and found me since I was 10 minutes late and Clark wasn't there to fetch him), they said he was "an aggressive little fellow, isn't he?" Sounds about right to me. There's a special place in heaven for Nursery leaders. Bless their hearts.
Usually we take these photos with Dad. But he was laid up in bed that day with a kidney stone. Asher, you little rascal. I love you and your little dimple too.
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