Immediately following his birth, one of the first things I noticed about our new little Asher (who in fact was not all that little), was his strength. As the nurse carried him over to the scale, I was shocked to see that his little neck was strong enough to support his head as he gazed around the room. He rolled over for the first time when he was only a week old, and his legs have been strong enough to support his body from the very beginning (he's really wobbly, though, else he'd have been walking months ago). I can't count the number of comments I have heard with regards to his strength. From "oh, he's going to be a football player" (we've all heard that one) to "oh man, he reminds me of one of those circus strong man characters" (not such a common one), and everything in between...we've heard it all.
The other night as I walked in the door from mutual, I was surprised to find Asher clad in Ruby's white dance leggings (thanks to my niece, Karen). I was joking that he looked like a little gymnast; and thought, just for kicks, that I'd take him over to the pull-up bar...never imagining that he would actually grab on to it, and then be able to hang from it for more than 10 seconds. I was so proud.