How old?
How old?
and then he got tired of posing three for the camera and decided he was five.
I wish I could say we had the perfect day, but as the challenges of parenting strike at any time, we hands down had a button pushing day. I am hoping in a year I can laugh at all the frustration, stuborness and fight for control, as someday it will just be a distant memory. Luckily we still laughed and hugged a lot, and despite the power struggles, still enjoyed the sun that shone on this most specialist of days. 
Asher continues to be incredibly sweet and cuddly. He is potty trained all day and night, knows more animals than I can name, still loves his chickens and has the best ever imagination I have ever been witness to. I look forward to many more days of celebrating this little dude during his birthday week.
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