I am a diaper changing champion. Having never changed a single diaper in my entire life (up until 3 weeks ago), I think I’ve mastered the art pretty quickly. Toot-sweet. And, yes, it is an ART – especially with a boy. No matter what I do, he always finds a way to pee on me, and always after he’s been changed into a clean onesie and I’ve got a new diaper under him. And if I’m a diaper changing cham-peen, then Sarah is the almighty Queen of planet DertaDiipa. Dirty diapers aside, Asher is living up to his namesake (Asher means Blessing and Happiness in Hebrew).

I’ve always had this strange fear that if I had a baby, it would be the antithesis of cute. I believe in the idea of Karma, and over the years I’ve often (too often) commented on the horrifying ugliness of random babies I’ve noticed at various malls and grocery stores… Karma’s a biotch, so, naturally I figured all those ill fated comments would come back to haunt me one day. Well, I can honestly say that Asher is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. I know all parents say that about their kids, but he really is adorable. It reminds of the ugly baby episode of Seinfeld – Baby cuteness is always a must lie situation, but so far no one has referred to Asher as “breathtaking” or “snugly”… His cuteness also makes me really nervous because Karma still owes me a swift kick in the ass…

I also can’t believe how much freaking hair Asher has on his head. Sarah and I were both bald as an egg till age 8. I figured most of his hair would fall out, but it just keeps getting thicker. At this rate, he’ll have a good hockey mullet in another couple of months. Business up front, party in the back!