Picky Pants

As I have already mentioned, Asher is particular. Picky, really. His bottle needs to be the EXACT right temperature. I swear to you he has it down to a tenth of a degree. The other day I got so frustrated when he wouldn't take his bottle that I threatened to go out and buy a thermometer to figure out what his perfect temperature really is. It is a constant balance of heating and cooling to get it juuuuuuust right.

Eating solids is also a challenge because taste aside, if the food isn't the right consistency look out. It's immediately blown or spit out, as illustrated below:

Yams? This is what I think of your yams!

Not that Nolan is much more accommodating with the solids but at least he's not so rude about it. For Nolan at least it seems only to be about the taste whereas with Asher too lumpy/too runny/too thick can send him into a dramatic dry heaving or even vommiting session (just to confirm not dry heaving/vommiting from allergy - oh no, just from drama).

Anyway, Asher likes to do things on his own terms (really?! we couldn't have guessed that from his extended hospital stay). This is part of the problem with our assessments - if he doesn't feel like doing what the therapist wants him to do, he just doesn't do it, and then sure enough he does it for us the next day when no one is watching. If he doesn't want his diaper or clothes changed, he contorts himself to make it as difficult for you as possible. I always knew he was our fiesty baby, even in utero. 

I think he may have inherited Rio's stubborn streak. Uh oh. That being said, when he's "on" he's ON and that guy has the cutest little personality ever. Are those boys ever becoming their own little people or what!