Friday, September 25, 2009

Pound (on) Puppies

We have some house guests this weekend. For reasons that I am not able to blog about just yet (because it makes me want to pound my fists and stomp my feet and cry)... Foley and Maggie are staying with us for the weekend.
And Carter has decided that puppies are for chasing, pounding on with sippy cups, and yelling at (well...more like singing...but it sort of all sounds like a cross between yelling, howling, and singing (or to our neighbors...pure annoyance)).
Note: yup- Carter is standing on a pillow in this picture ... he has been stacking things to try to reach the gate latch.
Trad and Michael, I sincerely apologize for any mental anguish that Carter may bestow upon your puppies.'re officially out numbered by three dogs. That's what we call kharma.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Fun with Running

We brought Carter to a local apple/pumpkin farm yesterday.

We have learned that letting Carter run in an open grassy area wears him out enough to nap for at least an hour and a half. So essentially...we bring him for hilly and tiring areas.

The people at this farm were nice enough to even give him a donut (that's right...more sugar).

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dear Chad,

Happy Birthday! Happy 30th Birthday!!

I had a very long blog post written out that was all cute and sentimental. But I deleted it. It kept making me cry and I knew it would make you cry too.

So...instead of being all sweet and cute (because let's face it..that's not my strong suit anyways)...I'm going to post super cute and funny pictures from your childhood.

Look it's Layla! Oh's not had a Layla look-alike!

I can hardly handle the cuteness in this picture.
Is that bottle attached to a hose? Yup - Carter and Chad look exactly alike.
Oh yea buddy - I am SO publishing pictures of you in a sailor suit! TWO OF THEM.
Are you sitting on a beer box for a booster seat? Yes...yes you are.

Ok...maybe a tiny bit of cute sentimental...ness:
I guess I don't know what made me so lucky as to have found you, but I hope you know how lucky I feel that I did. It may take days like your birthday or our anniversary for me to verbalize this to you...but you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. And I love you so very much. Happy 30th my love.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Today I witnessed a future genius at work:

Carter has been learning the word “No.” And by learning, I mean, learning to ignore. In fact, he has learned to laugh at me when I say no. I’ve tried all different ways of saying it, showing him how serious I am, etc. Nothing works.

But today I noticed he has learned a new trick.

This morning, he ran to the tv to pound on it and turn it on and off (this is a normal daily activity…and the one thing mommy and daddy say 'No' about the most).

Here is how it went:
Carter (pushing the on button): giggle giggle
Mommy: Carter…NO
Carter: giggle giggle
Mommy: Mommy said NO
Carter …points to dog.

Hmm…so it’s the dogs fault. Nicely played little man.

Mommy did work in corporate America…so she knows to err is human…to blame it on someone else is to show management potential. Mommy is very proud of your progress.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Tooth Holder

Now that Carter is getting all of his teeth – I am preparing myself for the next step…teeth falling out.

Now, before you’re all, “don’t get so far ahead of yourself…that’s super far away…” may I just remind you that Carter had his first tooth fully in by the start of month 3. So don’t tell me there is a “normal” time for things to happen.

Since there are not a ton of ways to really prepare for teeth falling out (outside of saving my quarters to shove under his pillow)…I went to dig his tooth fairy tooth holder out of his storage container.

Here is the story behind the tooth fairy tooth holder:

When I was little, I had this little stuffed pillow thing (that actually looked like overalls (which somehow made sense at the time))…and when a tooth would fall out – I would put it in the overall pocket and hope the tooth fairy would magically appear at night to exchange it for some money. And she always did.

This concept, to me, was amazing. A tooth would fall out…and some tiny woman in fairy get-up would somehow figure out a way to get into my closed window…and lift my tooth (which in my head, would have been much larger than her) and put money (also larger than her) down for me…to…pay me for my loss.

Now, for those of you that know me…you know I ask a lot of questions. It’s a by-product of being raised by hippies. They teach you to question authority…and everything else around you.

So I started asking questions about this tooth fairy person that was paying me for my teeth.

Q: How big is she?
Q: How can she carry teeth?
Q: How can she carry money?
Q: About how many children’s rooms is she expected to visit a night…and how does she carry a lot of teeth…and money?
Q: What does she wear?
Q: Is she really magical…I mean…outside of the ability to fly…and break and enter children’s rooms?
Q: What does she do with the teeth?
Q: Where does she get this money to leave for teeth?

You can see the challenge my parents were faced with. So they lovingly recommended I write her a letter. Nice way to deflect the bevy of questions guys. Except…you still had to answer them…and now in writing.

The following ensued:

My Letter (one of many I’m sure):

In case you can’t quite read this…it says (and I won’t correct spelling or grammatical errors):

Dear Tooth Fairy

I am very sorry my tooth is not here, but it was siting on the sink and it slipped and fell into the dran. I hope you don’t mind. Well about school I like my teacher, her name is Mrs. Hufford. I have a new gim teacher two acsuly, but I HATE them, and know I don’t like gim. I Love art, I have a new teacher in art to, but I think she’s O.K. And with piano, I like my teacher, she is nice. She took me out of the Music Tree too. And I’m get to be in Disney. I’m sorry I am writing so big, you are so small, but I can not write the small. Well gotta go good bye.

Our friend,

And here is the response (written very small – and in my dad’s handwriting):

Dear Chrissy,
I’m sorry you lost your tooth, but since you are honest it’s ok. The dollar is taped to your letter.
It sounds like school is going to be fun. 5th grade already! You will start getting your permanent teeth soon, be sure to take extra good care of them.
Bye for now!
Tooth Fairy

Needless to say – this went on for awhile. I think until I tried to catch the tooth fairy and my parents had had about enough of it. And then I think I focused all of my energy on figuring out Santa and the Easter Bunny.

And now, the tooth holding overall’s (pillow) is worn out and a new tooth fairy tooth holder has emerged. Thanks to my parents – the always creative hippies.

Park Posse

Carter and some of his posse from his play group went to a park on the west side of Cleveland yesterday. The mommies wanted to wear the boys out, and I think we were pretty successful.

The boys ran and ran and ran….and then pushed toys around...played in a randomly placed sprinkler, ran more, got to see the inside of a caboose...ran more, ate a tiny bit, confused each other’s sippy cups, pulled each other’s hair…you know…fun baby stuff to do.

And then they all went home and slept for hours. Thank you Cuyahoga County metro parks. What are we in for this winter?

Note: I am purposely not showing the other boys faces as I forgot to clear it with the other mommies. My bad. I do promise other kids were there though...and I'm not just pretending to have friends.


Just when you think your sleep-challenged child has gotten the knack of sleep…it’s time for more teeth. Carter has been getting molars for (what seems like) 3-4 months now. And they are through the skin and in…but apparently still causing some discomfort (and ear pain). I really feel for him too. I can't even stand having a piece of corn stuck in my teeth for the time that it takes to run upstairs and get dental floss. So, I can't imagine just how annoying his constant tooth pain is.

This is the best picture I have of his teeth (it’s not the easiest thing to get pictures of).

Monday, September 14, 2009

Wild West Weekend

This past weekend was Chad's uncle Dave's wedding. He is what we would the extreme.

Here is Carter and Mommy at the church. ( mommy didn't catch on fire for being in a church)

Daddy kept Carter quiet in the church by playing knee-horsey (it was also our way of avoiding letting Carter get his hands on a bible. Who knows what would have happened then).
Dave and Karen (his now wife (whom we love love love)) rode their horses to the hitched...and then a bunch of people rode their horses back to the reception. Now...Chad and I are not country people. We're not horse people...we're "avoid animals the size-of or bigger-than you" people.
But the ceremony and reception (and horse parade) were very fitting and very them - so it was super cute. I'm all for unconventional weddings where people are true to props to them.
Carter got to pet a donkey with cousin Haley. And we (of course) used this as an opportunity to teach Carter more about cornhole.

And really - the best moment of the night was when the best man rode his horse up to the reception and yelled, "Let's party like it's 1899!"
Which we did...but with electricity, indoor plumbing and name brand beer.

Monday, September 7, 2009

YIPPEE....College Football football. Paint me excited.

I guess my ultra hatred for all things sports should just be flushed down the potty now that I have a son. Noted.

I will say this, Carter in a sports jersey - SUPER CUTE!!
Carter learning the sign for touchdown ...even cuter...

Carter and daddy bonding...priceless

Special thanks to Jeff for the OSU jersey. Special sorry to Uncle Andy for the OSU jersey...

Friday, September 4, 2009

Baby Smack?

Dear Dole Corporation,

I have two things to say to you.
First; thank you thank you thank you for producing mandarin oranges. They are by far Carter’s biggest food obsession. He won’t eat anything until he’s had a few mandarin oranges, he won’t continue to eat unless there are more mandarin oranges on his tray, and he won’t get down from his high chair until he’s had one last mandarin orange.

Which brings me to my second point: Do you put crack in your mandarin oranges? What else would explain Carter’s unbelievably strong addiction to your yummy little fruits? No other fruit will do – so I know it’s not the “light syrup” that the fruit is floating in. It has to be crack. Right?

There is no other explanation. Mandarin oranges = baby smack