Bad Mommy. I broke the $1 gun by loading it too roughly. So shoot me (no pun intended). This is the problem: My son remembers everything. He mentions to me that "mommy broke it" at least three times a day. This morning, we're bonding over breakfast, talking about what to do today. He mentions his gun (come on already, give me a break!). I told him his gun was broken and we had to throw it in the trash because it couldn't be fixed. The following conversation proceeded:
C: "duct tape fix it"
M: "honey, we tried duct tape, it didn't work"
C: "oh, um, screwdriver"
M: "nope, a screwdriver won't fix it either"
C: "how aboooouut compressor"
M: (I am laughing at this point) "I don't think Daddy's air compressor will fix it"
At this point, he starts a list of every tool, trying so desperately to fix that blasted $1 gun. I have to say, after the conversation, I was thoroughly impressed over his tool vocabulary. My favorite was his suggestion for a sander to fix the gun... I'd like to see that in action.
Carter's Memory Story #2:
-Yesterday, we were stacking his blocks. On one of his blocks, there is a birthday cake (of which he had the opportunity to experience thrice in his life--two for each of his birthdays and one of which you will soon read about). The convo:
C: "birthday cake, yummy, goooooood"
M:"yes, you like birthday cake!"
C: (nodding) "Robbie's house"
M: (me very impressed he remembered having a piece of cake at Robbie's house... Let alone that he remembered who Robbie was and that it was her house) "yes, you're right, son, you had cake at Aunie Robbie's house!"
C: "Sit. Kristen's (okay, more like "nisten's") lap"
M: I was a bit confused at this point, because I had no clue what he was talking about... then it occured to me. I was busy with #2 (that's Everett, of course--poor kid hasn't developed a nickname yet). So, Kristen offered to help Carter eat his cake... Must have been great cake.
Carter's Memory Story #3:
In my office I have a book shelf, obviously containing books. Throughout the bookshelf there is a series of picts of Carter as a baby. One of which is my favorites:
Carter is 6 months in this photo. If you look closely, you can see that he's in a swing. He hasn't seen this swing since he was about 14 months, when we moved from Sonora. He looks at the picture and says, "Carter, in swing... home". Melt my heart. Not that I am sure he remembers that exact moment, but the thought of him remembering that swing and relating it to "home". A mountain boy at heart.
C: "duct tape fix it"
M: "honey, we tried duct tape, it didn't work"
C: "oh, um, screwdriver"
M: "nope, a screwdriver won't fix it either"
C: "how aboooouut compressor"
M: (I am laughing at this point) "I don't think Daddy's air compressor will fix it"
At this point, he starts a list of every tool, trying so desperately to fix that blasted $1 gun. I have to say, after the conversation, I was thoroughly impressed over his tool vocabulary. My favorite was his suggestion for a sander to fix the gun... I'd like to see that in action.
Carter's Memory Story #2:
-Yesterday, we were stacking his blocks. On one of his blocks, there is a birthday cake (of which he had the opportunity to experience thrice in his life--two for each of his birthdays and one of which you will soon read about). The convo:
C: "birthday cake, yummy, goooooood"
M:"yes, you like birthday cake!"
C: (nodding) "Robbie's house"
M: (me very impressed he remembered having a piece of cake at Robbie's house... Let alone that he remembered who Robbie was and that it was her house) "yes, you're right, son, you had cake at Aunie Robbie's house!"
C: "Sit. Kristen's (okay, more like "nisten's") lap"
M: I was a bit confused at this point, because I had no clue what he was talking about... then it occured to me. I was busy with #2 (that's Everett, of course--poor kid hasn't developed a nickname yet). So, Kristen offered to help Carter eat his cake... Must have been great cake.
Carter's Memory Story #3:
In my office I have a book shelf, obviously containing books. Throughout the bookshelf there is a series of picts of Carter as a baby. One of which is my favorites:
Carter is 6 months in this photo. If you look closely, you can see that he's in a swing. He hasn't seen this swing since he was about 14 months, when we moved from Sonora. He looks at the picture and says, "Carter, in swing... home". Melt my heart. Not that I am sure he remembers that exact moment, but the thought of him remembering that swing and relating it to "home". A mountain boy at heart.