Another little Carter series:
Sunday morning (while the family is enjoying a delicious breakfast cooked by Daddy Mock), I mention God creating the rain.
Carter replies: "Yes, God is in our hearts too. Then he goes down to our tummy, then he comes out in Carter's poo poo, through my bottom".
Hmmn. Thankfully I am pretty sure God has a sense of humor.
Also on Sunday, I like to check with his Sunday School teachers to see how he did. Since he's not in preschool or daycare, I feel like this is my gage as to his social awareness/manners, etc. Miss Terri reported that Carter was very helpful, obedient, and he was very interested in and curious about everything she taught on and did. He was very attentive. That-a-boy!
This morning, as the boys were helping me put in some laundry (yes, they "help", as much as four little hands hovering around one small front-loader machine can), Kid grabs a sock from Baby Bee and told him, "Everett, this job is for big guys, I'll do it". He got a little talking to after that. And I can almost guarantee that Baby will be the big guy in the household. Just give him a few years.
Also, I am starting to accumulate quite a few vintage "The Little Golden Books" for Baby's birthday party. Kid Mock seems fascinated by them. He loves them! I didn't realize how graphic the 50's used to be--Davy Crockett had to be put away. But his current favorites are Peter and the Wolf and Rootie Kazootie. I prefer Rootie Kazootie as it has all kinds of awesome names in it such as Deetle Dootle, Polka Dottie, El Squeako (the mouse), and Gala Poochie Pup. It's a nice break from hydraulic pistons and articulated trucks.
The rain stopped for a few minutes this morning (conveniently after my run in which both boys ended up a little "damp"), and I ran Kid inside to get his rain boots. My goal was to get him muddy. Goal not achieved. Can you believe this boy doesn't like all things slimy, dirty, wet, slippery, etc? It was very hard not to get frustrated and learn to just accept his temperament, when lo and behold, he warmed up to the idea. However, by the end of our adventure, through lots of puddle jumping, he still ended up clean. How does that happen?
