Some funny Carter stuff:
-This morning, both boys were in my bedroom waiting for me to get in my running clothes. Carter points up at the picture below (which is hung by our closet) and says "Oh, Daddy is helping Mommy put on her sports bra!".
-Today we went to the creek to go on a nature walk and a picnic (Can you blame? It's been in the 70's here!). At the picnic table, Carter noticed a staple on it and said quite matter-of-factly, "It looks like some one's trying to keep the table up!".-The last few days Carter has said a phrase that neither Jason or I can understand, however, the difficult part is it comes out sounding like a very bad "F" word followed by "face". So "F-- Face" doesn't sound too great. Finally the light went on in this aging mind of mine... last week we were at Wahoo's for dinner down south with friends. Carter was enthralled with the place as it's covered with posters, stickers, and images of skaters, surfers, and the like. Our particular table was of a snowboarder sliding down a rail. His face was somewhat angry and my very sensitive child asked why he looked so. I told him that it was his "focusing face".... ding ding. Got it.
-Naturally everyone in life feels more confident when they know where they're at on the totem pole, food chain, etc. The last couple of days, he's been "feeling out" where he's at in the ascension of the baby-to- grown-man department. Such as, "Mommy, I'm not a little little boy or a baby, but I'm a big boy, right? Not a big kid, though. Just a big boy who's not a little boy". This can go on and on especially if you don't identify his level of growth accurately. I have found that at the moment, if I continue to label him as strictly a "big boy", the conversation can be avoided. Nice. Don't say I didn't warn you if you call him otherwise.
-He has been really really cute with Everett. They're turning into buddies now and Carter is trying to teach him how to say "Carter". He doesn't want him to say "Brother", though, because directly from his mouth, "Carter is Brother, not Everett".
-I'll start out by saying, yes we spank. But in the most loving of ways and not often. Tonight Carter was having a very difficult time in our bedtime routine. I had to tell him he was going to get a spanking if he didn't obey me. He proceeded to obey, but when he completed the task I asked him to, he came over (happily, I might add) and said, "Mommy, next time I need a spanking, have Daddy do it, Daddy does it softer"! Wow. Who's the softy? :-)