Sunday, January 28, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
I cannot communicate to you the passion of Carson's current obsession with sitting in the driver's seat of cars. Whenever we walk into a parking lot or garage, he beelines for the door of any car, asking "please." When we are getting into our car and I am holding him, he DIVES towards the front seat, then flails and screams when I drag him to the back and his own carseat. The other day we were out and about and when we got lunch, I let him sit in the driver's seat and eat his lunch. He was SO excited. He kept looking over at me and grinning. And you better believe he knows what to do with those keys!
Uncle Mike! It might be time for some lessons!
And, taking after his uncles and daddies in other ways, Carson got some good golfing practice on Ashley's putting green.
Here he is analyzing his shot. (At least I hope that's what he's doing.)
When in doubt, consult your caddy. But don't hit him in the crotch with your club. It makes others laugh, but he might not carry your golf bag/diaper bag anymore that day.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Camera is up and running, people. Here are some pictures you've missed out on. They are mostly of our trip to AZ. I will narrate when appropriate:
Here's me and the girls--including one of our newer members.
No get-together is complete without a forced group photo of all the children, no matter how competent they are to sit/stand/hold their siblings. Carson enjoyed being the only "blue" representative amongst all the girls. My favorite part of these pictures is Kenadee--furthest to the right. Big sis is holding her like a cabbage patch kid, and she doesn't make a peep!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
"Oh. My. Gosh: Carson!"
I immediately started apologizing profusely, and told them that sometimes my son plays with the phone, and he must have dialed it without me knowing. Yes, Mother of the Year Award? Right here. Thanks! They kept asking me: "Are you OK? Are you sure you are alright?" Then Officer #1 said, "I'm sorry, we have to search the apartment." "OK" I said in a little voice, through my utter humiliation--not only for my stellar parenting, but also at my housekeeping, which could also win some awards, but not the good kind. While #1 was "searching," #2 said, "You don't mean this little guy, do you?" Oh-ho-ho, yes. I do. He's deceivingly innocent. And then I said "I'm so sorry!" approximately 123 times. They were more forgiving than I deserved and never made me feel guitly (or like a slob). So, all in all--an exciting day. Do not wish to repeat any time soon.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Someone doesn't want to be here--I won't mention any names, but it's the bald kid.