To Be a Boy

I am learning more and more each day to let go of my preconceived notions of what parenting a preschooler should be. Carter will learn how to write his name and identify letters in due time. Right now, my role as a mother and a teacher is to let him explore.
And that we do daily.
In fact, a simple trip to the grocery store (by foot, can you imagine?!) can turn into quite an adventure:



This is one below is my favorite. He was inseparable with that branch for the whole walk and back (it made it into Trader Joe's as well, lucky twig).
After aspiring to be Columbus, one can develop quite an appetite... and wouldn't you know that as I set down the cut up turkey meatloaf (yes, that's shredded zucchini and sprouted oats in there--boy you're missing out until you experience that delicacy), he proceeded to spell his name with them. Nice.
Catching Carter mid "R":

Automotive Intellect and the Like...


Apparently Carter has inherited my gift for deciphering the difference in vehicle makes and models (it is a gift, you know). He has started recognizing the difference between "old" cars and updated cars, "old" tractors and up-to-date tractors. Shortly he will be able to identify the 1985 Mercedes down the street as a 560 SL, or note the difference between the body style of a 1991 Ford Mustang Convertible and a 5.0. Just wait and see. Then Jason can be annoyed when we both beat him on the road trip game of Make and Model... I love you, babe! :-)
And more of Carter... he's such an outdoor kid. Truly happiest discovering, exploring, walking, , digging, kicking, and picking.