Our Silly Boy

That sweet boy of mine. I can’t stand him.

He is equally opinionated and easy-going. In a span of five minutes he can swing from absolutely-no-way-on-earth-I-will-NOT-let Mallory have the white cup at dinner time to giving her a big nod YES when she finally asks nicely (through tears) if she can please use the white cup at dinner.

He is talking like crazy and the stuff he comes up with is awesome.

This morning he came downstairs and still had his pacifier in his mouth. I told him he had to ditch it unless he was getting back in bed. He complained that he didn’t have his puppy so I told him I’d get it for him when I went upstairs. He replied, through his paci, “but I WOOOOKED for it!”. I told him it was in his bed and I’d get it for him and he again told me “but I WOOOOOOKED for it!”. I went upstairs, found the puppy under his covers and yelled down to Carson that I had his puppy (while I threw it down the stairs). He yelled back “WHERE IS IT?” and I told him it was at the bottom of the stairs. He came to get his puppy and told me “I must’ve walked wight PAST it!” (I guess he thought it was there when he came down the stairs??).

I then went into the bathroom to take a shower but could hear Carson yelling for me again. Finally Rick answered “What do you need, Carson?” and Carson yelled back “NO DADDY! NOT YOU!! I want MOMMY!”. OK then…

He does parent-tot soccer with Rick and is VERY clear that it’s soccer PRACTICE and not soccer CLASS. There is also a coach at soccer practice who is a 6’6″ black man with dreads, and Carson calls him ‘Nard.

I love having the “I love you”, “no I wuv YOU more!” conversations with him.

He still puts up with Mallory’s bossiness well. She is constantly instructing him to play family with her, where they line up her dolls and animals and pretend to go on vacations and to school. It’s really funny to hear him ask her if she wants to play family. The other day they were making invitations for his birthday party and she was asking him who he wanted to invite. He told her “Nathan, Addy, Biolet (Violet), Abby, Miss Header” and he scribbled on pieces of paper for the invitation, I’m assuming writing people’s names.

He is 99.9% potty trained and seeing him in big boy underpants is too much. He’s gone a whole week now with NO accidents during the day, and just had a slightly damp diaper when he woke up Sunday (it wasn’t fully soaked like when we used to double diaper him). But I don’t take the diaper bag with me anymore, and Carson is peeing standing up – which is HUGE – no more completely undressing him (including his shoes) so he can sit straddling a toilet.

He is also getting so skinny! So while we’ve always put him in a size up in clothes (he can wear 3T and 4T in pants & tops), we are now starting to have to cinch in the pants (especially now that he’s out of diapers) because his pants are almost falling off of him!

That’s all I have right now. Oh wait, I have these.

Hi Big Boy underpants!!!

Yes, there are some ridiculously crooked pictures in this hallway. This picture wall is the bane of my existence and I can’t finalize in my head what I want to do (do I want all white frames? what do I do with all my black frames? it is killing me…)

Carson’s “cheesy grin”.