Earlier tonight, I was remarking to Sarah how Asher is all id (as in Freud). He's only recently learned how to express a preference for something, but at six months old, he certainly hasn't yet learned any of the social niceties that go along with such requests. For example, if he wants the bottle, he'll get this determined -- almost vicious look on his face -- and snatch it up. Or, if he's done being held, he'll hit you until you let him go back to his toys.

It's kind of funny, but it also makes me realize that we're going to have to start to teach this kid some manners, soon. Probably won't have much luck just yet with that - We can't even teach him to wave goodbye.

It's 11pm. Sarah and Asher are asleep. I'm switching between F'06 budget, an Apple presentation, a Yahoo presentation, and a bottle of Lagavulin, and wondering which one will be finished first.