Carter's Birthday

Carter is officially two years old.

Where has the time gone?

It seems like only yesterday he was throwing up on me constantly, actually taking a nap, and always needing a new diaper.

Now, he is always hungry, has an attitude, and thinks he is three like Riley.

We had a good day though he didn't really understand what was going on.

His party didn't quite work like I thought. The kids didn't want to play the games (which is fine), and the boys (Isaac, Riley, and Carter) made Claire cry more than once. They wanted her to be a monster and they said they were going to cut her hair. They were just playing of course but obviously boys are really different from girls. I can't believe he is actually two! I love this little guy! He says "Momma" so cute that is make my heart melt. He is a good brother but a terrible snuggler. He is constantly on the move. He is always dirty. He does what we ask about half of the time. He is big for his age. 75% for height, 90% for weight, off the charts for his head size. He is starting to get potty trained (only a little). He wants to help cook dinner every night but the stove is no place for a two year old. He hates holding my hand while we walk through the store, parking lot, street, and basically anywhere else. He especially loves broccoli, potatoes, and bread though any food will do in a pinch. We never have to comb his hair. The only time he will lay by me is if he is going to bed and he only wants me...not Dad but Mom. He has started to say some sentences and knows his colors and some letters. He loves to play with Dad, and by play I mean jump on him. He is really tough, Dusty calls him our little linebacker. I don't know what a linebacker does but he must be really tough. He brings a lot of joy to our home.

Blowing out the candles.

He has just eaten a cupcake...he loves the frosting not the cake.

Riley love cupcakes.

It was a colder day so we played hopscotch inside. It was fun but pulled up some of the poly on the floor which isn't good.

Our friend Isaac.