Dear Asher,

Today is your half-birthday. So, happy half-birthday… It’s just like your real birthday, only half as happy… right? Whatever. You are now 27 inches long and 16lbs 12oz.

The past month has been absolutely crazy. Not only have you been learning new things every day, you’ve also become quite the social butterfly. Your mom and I litterally dragged you from one end of Dallas to the other. You are now a true road warrior. It seems like we have places to go and people to see every single night.

Ignoring our better judgment, we took you down to the American Airlines Center for the NHL All-Star Saturday festivities. It was a bastard of a day… cold, rainy, windy… Perfect weather for a game of celebrity street hockey? Not so much, but we did get to see some celebrities and take some cool photos. Plus, we got to see first hand that NFL tight-ends, such as Jason Whitten, totally suck at hockey.

The next day we took you back downtown, or rather uptown, to hang out with your favorite uncle Wes (and yes, even if you did have more than one uncle, I’m sure he’d still be your favorite). Then, later that same week we went back downtown to the Dallas Museum of Art where our friend, and amazing guitarist extraordinaire, Rhett Butler kicked out the J-A-M-Z. Through it all, you never fussed or cried at all. You continue to amaze me with your ability to make people notice you (in a good way). You were all smiles. You are a professional baby. You are to babies what Sidney Crosby is to the Pittsburgh Penguins. If there was a baby league, you would be the MVP. No contest.

Nice ears

I’ll never forget the night of Friday, January 6th. We took you to your very first NHL Hockey game, the Pittsburgh Penguins vs the Dallas Stars at the American Airlines Center, and it…. was…. AWESOME! Mark Recchi scored his 500th career goal and the Pens won in a shootout. Please don’t be too upset with me, but I broke one of my own commandments. When you were born, I vowed to NEVER dress you up in animal outfits/costumes, or in hoodies or hats that have ears and/or noses/beaks (excluding Halloween of course). Well, we threw that rule out the window and dressed you up in a little penguin costume for the game. It’s black and white striped with a hoodie that has pointy ears and a beak, not to mention little webbed fee… Once we got to the arena, it was like you were Michael Jackson in a crowd of trashy Europeans. Tons of fellow Pens fans mobbed us as everybody wanted to stop and say hi to you. You had true celebrity status. I can’t believe we didn’t make it on the jumbotron (bimbotron?). I recorded the game on TV and burned it to DVD. I can’t wait to watch it with you when you’re older.

I am on a mission to make sure that your first word will be DaDa. I repeat it constantly while I’m near you, over and over and over… DaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDa… Then really slowly Daaaaa-Daaaaa. You actually said it the other day, but I think it was just a coincidence because I couldn’t get you to repeat it and you haven’t said it since. We’ve also decided to start teaching you some sign language. Oddly enough the sign for Daddy is the right thumb on the forehead with 4 fingers extended upwards while saying nany-nany-poo-poo. Go figure.

Love,
Papa

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