All Grown Up

My boys are all grown up now.  This last week, Hugh graduated from BYU and he has now officially accepted a job--not a summer job, but a real grown-up job--in Wisconsin.  (We'll send you all some cheese.)  So, now we're headed off to the real world with spouses (not other spouses, just each other), a baby, college degrees, and a job, like real, live adults.  

The Burrito has now officially turned one.  He has teeth (two of them), gives stellar hugs, sleeps through the night, walks, has a sense of humor (Apparently, it's riotously funny to make Mommy say "ouch."), can get a spoon with food on it into his mouth, climbs onto things, comes when I call him ("Asher, where are you?" is followed by giggling and excited tromping in my direction.), and can entertain himself.

For those of you keeping score, Asher now weighs 18 pounds, 11 ounces and is 30.2 inches tall.  He's in the 3.5th percentile for weight now, up from the 3rd percentile at his 9 month appointment.  Way to pack it in, Burrito!  He's still tall, coming in at the 66th percentile for height.  

Yesterday, Asher demonstrated his newly achieved maturity by sitting through all three hours of church.  (Although I probably shouldn't tell you that because now it will certainly turn out to be a fluke, whereas before it was only almost certain to be a fluke.)  He even fell asleep at the end of Sacrament meeting, something he hasn't done since he was two months old.  I'm not sure if we had the best Sacrament meeting talks I've ever heard, or if it just seemed that way because I hadn't actually been able to listen to any for so long.  

Here's a shot of our little imp:

Happy birthday, Burrito.  We like you lots.