Here fishy, fishy, fishy....

My mom gave Carter money for his birthday.  He has been wanting a fish, so while at Wal-Mart the other day we bought three little fish for our home.  We bought a new tank, plants, rocks, the works.  We had everything we needed to set up his very first fish tank.  

The guy in the pet department told me to treat the water first, and put the fish in 24 hours later. When we got home, we put everything together, treated the water and I put the three little gold fish in a bowl in the laundry room bath, and shut the door.  I figured they would be safe there, away from the cats.

On Saturday, I had a wedding to shoot so I left the boys with Travis.  I told Carter he could put his fish in the tank while I was gone.  When I came home, I checked the tank and there was only one fish in the tank.  Curious, I went on a hunt for Carter.  I found Travis first and asked why there was only one fish in the tank.  He informed me that Carter thought he could 'play' with them and pet them, so he came to Travis with the fish in his hand and said, "Dad, I think my fish died!"  Travis did what most men would do, he... flushed them.  Yep, sure did.  I asked Carter what happened to his fish.  He said, "They died, and daddy flushed down the potty!"

So, here today, we have one fish swimming in the tank.   He swims crooked, and his tail is in the air almost every time I go in there, but he's still breathing.  Not sure what's going on with him. I forget who I told about this and their response was, "you get what you pay for!"  I only paid $0.38 for each fish, knowing that their lives might not be long lived in our home considering our last fish was knocked off the counter by the cats (we found him in the living room!).  I was informed I should have bought more expensive fish and they would have lasted longer then 24 hours!!!  Not so sure that would be the case.  My lesson learned is this, if you buy fish, keep them away from not only your cats but your four year old!!!!!  You can not pet fish, you can only watch them.  Maybe I should press that issue a bit more next time!  

How about a Tucker Tuesday?!

So are you wondering about that adorable little chunky guy we call Tucker Bear?  He's doing just fine.  He is a busy little guy.  His six month birthday is just over a week away, and already he's blowing us away with the things he does.  

He cut his first tooth on Sunday, August 16.  Luckily we didn't have any fever or those other lovely teething symptoms that come most of the time.  It is cute to see that little gummy smile gleaming but now there is a little white peg trying it's best to let it's presence be known.  I told Travis on Sunday that it makes me sad to know the adorable gummy smile that greets me every morning, and smiles at me from across the room is almost gone. He loves to gnaw on anything he can get his hands on.  Last week he had his first encounter with a dill pickle!  He LOVED it! He didn't make the first sour face, he just gnawed!

Food.  The kid loves food.  Baby food, cookies, fresh green beans, oh and dare I forget how much he loves the frosting on cakes?!  He is definitely his momma's child whether he looks like me or not!!  If I'm holding him while I eat, he watches me as I pick the food up off the plate, and then follows the fork with his eyes, to my mouth.  The entire time looking at me like, 'hello.... what about me?'  

We had a visit to the pediatrician a few weeks ago regarding his acid reflux and the unusual amounts of spit up that ends up on the back of my clothes, the carpet, Carter's neck (yep, that really happened).  At his 2 month appointment they prescribed Zantac for him.  When we saw the doctor on Tuesday of last week, I was informed he was taking the wrong dosage of Zantac.  He should be taking a teaspoon for his weight.  His weight you ask... yes, his weight of 17 pounds 11 ounces!!!!  That blows me clear out of the water.  When I came home that afternoon I looked in Carter's baby book and to my surprise Carter was 17 pounds 9 ounces.... AT NINE MONTHS! Hello!  Tucker is five months.  That's okay by me though.  His rolls, and chunky cheeks are more to love!  I had a lady pass me in the mall and when she glanced at Tucker she stopped and said, "Ooh, that baby is JUICY!"  I laughed so hard.  I have myself a juicy little boy.

Mr. Rollie Pollie is everywhere.  Don't dare lay him on the mat in the living room and walk away for any amount of time because he my friends will be on the other side of the room when you return.  Carter says he's a busy little guy!  Put him in the walker and he chases after Carter like a mad man.  He loves to watch as Carter drives his radio controlled monster truck round and round his walker.  The bond between the two boys is already in the works.  I love to see them interact with one another.  Carter is so patient with him, willing to help do anything that brother needs, and always loves to kiss and hug on him.  Tucker's face lights up every time he sees Carter and it doesn't take much for Carter to get a smile out of him.  I can't wait until Tucker starts to really follow Carter, and see how much fun they have together.  

Sleep.  Hmm, I really can't complain.  Granted, I'm a girl that loves to get her full nights sleep but getting up once or twice, could be worse.  Last night, he was up at 2:00 a.m. looking for his nippy (that's what we call his paci) but once he got it, he was out.  Didn't hear from him again until 7:15.  Maybe I will find myself a good sleeper after all.  :)

He is also trying his very best to sit up.  He's almost got it.  I figure by the end of six months, he'll have it down with no problem.  He sits in his bumbo while I get ready, wash dishes, or while we cook dinner.  Funny thing with that bumbo seat though, his thighs are so big when you go to pick him up out of it, the seat comes up with him.  Carter says... "WHOA!  fat boy!" Yes, I know we need to nip that fat boy comment sooner rather then later.  But seriously, everyone I see calls the kid fat.  From grandparents, friends, to cousins.  Papa Donnie calls him PorkChop! Poor kid, hopefully these names won't stick forever!

I'm doubly blessed.  I couldn't ask for sweeter children.  Each one brings a different joy to my life.

Carter's starts VPK

The summer is over, and school has started back.  My little guy is in k4 now.  That sounds so weird to say.  It doesn't seem like I should have a child old enough for k4.  He was so excited to be going back to school, he loves it!  However he was very disappointed when he found out I would be picking him up before lunch time.

Our morning started with several bumps.  I over slept.  School starts t 8:00, we have to be there at 7:50.  Well, I didn't wake up until 7:20!!!  Tucker had a really rough night on Sunday, so when we finally did doze off, I was out!  To say the least I jumped up and immediately started rushing. Carter was up and ready, talking about how excited he was to go.  I was making sure I remembered everything we needed to get out the door.  Forget makeup, or getting dressed, I just threw on a pair of yoga capris and tshirt and prayed I didn't have to get out for whatever reason. I walked back to the kitchen to get Carter some breakfast, hoping that things would just start falling into place, when I smelled something horrible.  I thought, we took the garbage out last night what is that smell?  I walked around the bar, passed Tucker and realized 'the smell' was him!  Yep, you guessed it.  He had me a nice little package!!  I thought, oh boy... then when I got to his room I really thought, OH BOY!!  It was one of those up the back packages.  I did not have time for this.... I HAD TO GET OUT THE DOOR!!!  I get him cleaned, and put him in the walker so that I could finish with Carter.  While Tucker was playing, I ran Carter out to the truck, buckled him in, and came back for Tucker and my coffee.  My mind racing, did I have everything?  Did I sign the paper Carter needed, did I put his extra clothes in the bag, did I give him his medicine?  Check, check, unchecked!  I forgot to give him his medicine, so I grab it along with Tucker, and my coffee and head out the door.  I reach for the door handle when Tucker decides he's going to start beating me like a drum with his hands.  My coffee, it was everywhere!  All down the front of my clothes, all over the floor, but luckily it missed him!  I just shrugged and thought I'll have to get that later, don't have time for it now.  So yes, I left coffee puddled on the floor and off we went.  

I was flying down the driveway.  Carter says, "Momma, these people (our neighbors) are going to think you are crazy driving so fast!"  He has heard my mom say that on numerous occasions when she is with us. I just chuckled and said son, I am crazy! :)  On the way to school I was reminding him that he needed to make sure he listened to Mrs. Cicero.  Raise his hand when he wanted to speak, and be nice and share with the other children.  He said, "I know momma, I know."  We arrived at the school, and waited in line for a teacher to come walk him to class.  As he got out of the truck he said, "Bye momma, love you!"  and off he went.  He was so excited, and ready.  Another very bitter sweet moment for me.

Tucker & I came back home, and just did what we normally do on a Monday.  Clean, laundry, and play. 10:50, we left to pick up Carter.  When we got there, we waited in the line, and then here he comes.  All smiles!!!  The teacher helped him in the truck, and as she shut the door I asked how his day was.  He said, "Momma... (sigh), Mrs. Cicero turned my name."  I just looked at him.  She what?  "She turned my name momma, I was talking to Cody and she told us to stop, but we were still talking!"  I just shook my head and told him, son, it's the first day of school and you got your name turned?!  Great!!!  He said, but we were talking!!  Yeah, I got that.  :) 

He then brought up that he was still upset with me that I didn't let him stay with his friends.  I tried to explain that k4 is only until 11:00.  He said, then take me to Burger King. He's not hard to please! ;)  I looked through his folder while waiting in line at BK, and found his bible verse for the week.  "In the beginning, God created the heaven & earth."  Genesis 1:1.  We started repeating it and by the end of the day, he had it!!  I'm so proud of him.

We picked up some lunch from BK, and then it was home for some down time, then nap time. His first day of k4, a success.  He's a pro at leaving momma!  So glad that he is not afraid to be with other kids, and away from me.  It makes it easier to leave him.  I thought today while he was gone, how much will this year change him?  What new things will he come home and tell me all about?  How much will he grow and mature?  Starting school, granted it's only pre-K, is a big step.  It's the end of baby, toddler days, and nothing but big boy days ahead.  Soccer, baseball, football and all that other 'boy' stuff that comes.  It's so amazing to me how our children grow up, change, their likes and dislikes change but at the end of the day they are still the 'little' person that makes our day.  They can teach us so much if we let them. I look forward to what God has in store for us throughout this school year.  I pray that He will bless the school year, the teachers, and the students.   

Memory Monday

Lots of rain, flooding, and mud.  The memories Tropical Storm Faye left us with last summer.

Couldn't get far without some rubber boots!

Check out the animals stranded on that small little piece of dry land!

One of several homes that were flooded, less then 2 miles from our house.

Have you heard of My Tot Clock?

I came across this blog earlier and there is a giveaway going on.  Who doesn't like to try and win something for free, right?  I know I do!! :)  

Anywho, it's a Tot Clock.  It helps your little one know when to stay in bed and when it is time to get up.  Since we moved back in November we have had a heck of a time getting Carter to stay in his bed at night.  At least 5 nights a week he ends up in our room on a pallet on the floor.  It doesn't matter how many times we walk him back, or if we try to bribe him nothing seems to work.  So, why not try and win a tot clock?!  LOL!  I'm desperate people, desperate!!!  

Take a second and check out the entry for more information about My Tot Clock.

My Tot Clock

Happy 4th Birthday Carter!!

Today is the day that my life was changed forever!!  Unbelievably four years ago today, I welcomed my first precious child into this world!  I remember the night before being so anxious to finally meet him, to smell him, to touch him, to care for him, and to love him endlessly.  I walked around the house making sure everything was in perfect order.  Every diaper placed perfectly, the blankets and clothes folded ever so perfectly. Clothes hung neatly in the closet, and the glider awaiting the first of countless glides.  The waiting would soon be over, and we would be welcoming home our sweet boy.

This picture is perfect of him!  

4:30 a.m. on that warm summer morning, I woke up, showered and soon there after the phone rang.  It was the hospital telling me they were not ready for me to come, they did not have any rooms available.  The nurse said to call back at 8:30.  Just my luck!  So, as expected, I could not go back to sleep.  I paced, and once again checked everything.  I finally asked Travis if he would like to go for breakfast, I didn't have to beg him!  We went to a small little restaurant in Callahan called Ann's Diner.  Travis had breakfast as I watched and sipped a Sprite.  No food for me since I was to be induced.  

8:30, I called the hospital.  Yet again, no room.  They informed me to call back at noon.  So, we rode around for a bit waiting.  If any of you know me personally, you know.... me waiting is not a good thing.  We arrived back home and decided that we both should probably try to take a nap since it would probably be a long night.  I had not laid down for ten minutes when the phone rang.  It was the hospital, the room was ready.  The nurse asked, "Mrs. Higginbotham, are you ready to have your baby?"  My response to her was something like, umm... yeah, sure! She told us to head on in, and they would get things going.  I made the necessary phone calls to inform our family, and we were off.  The next time we walked back in this house we would be a family of three, no longer just Travis & Jen.

Oops, he fell out of his chair!  Luckily Aunt J & Brooks were there to save him!

As we started on the interstate, I noticed a car passing us that looked familiar.  I asked Travis, isn't that your mom?  Sure enough, she was passing us!!!  Travis called her and told her to take her time, she was ahead of us.  It was quite funny.  On the ride to the hospital I was so excited, scared, nervous, and everything else you can think of.  When we pulled into the hospital the butterflies, or maybe the were wasps and hornets, started in my stomach.  I remember our walk to the Labor and Delivery floor was a quiet one.  

12:30 p.m. we rang the bell, and they opened the doors for us.  We walked down the hallway as I came closer and closer to the nurses station I could feel the huge knot in my throat.  The nurses greeted us and told us to find our way to suite six.  We entered that room, and it was then I realized this was the real thing.  Today would be the day I met my son.  My nurse was Carrie, and she was amazing.  She was compassionate, friendly, understanding, and most importantly I could tell she enjoyed her job.  She gave me my ever fashionable hospital gown (which by the way I was dreading putting on.... they weird me out).  Once I was dressed the part, she told me she would start my i.v..  I had never had an i.v. and begged her to please be gentle with me, she was.  She got me on the first stick.  After the i.v. she checked me and asked if I was feeling any pain.  I answered with no, and she looked at me surprised and informed me I was having contractions every two minutes.  I was shocked!!  She also informed that I was 4.4.5 centimeters dilated.  Much to our surprise, we thought I would be dragging out the process! :) Regardless of my progress, they decided to go ahead and start the lovely pitocin drip until Dr. Laubscher arrived.  Pitocin worked, it did it's job and I am not a fan of it, but hey if it works let's do it!

He loves his new monster truck!!!

Dr. L arrived and said to stop the pitocin and let me labor on my own.  Around 3:30, she broke my water and at that point I was 5.5-6 cm and then begged for an epidural.  I don't recall much after that point, except for clenching Travis' hands with every ounce of my being and telling him how deathly afraid I was.  He said I cried, but I don't remember.

During all of this, my room was filled with family and friends.  Both of my parents, Travis' parents, our siblings, friends, co-workers, you name it they were there.  Our cell phones constantly ringing to check progress from those unable to be there at the moment.  The nurses laughed because they said each time the bell chimed that they figured it was someone for my room!  At one time I remember counting 13 people in the room with us.  Some were reading the paper, others were watching t.v., our moms were chatting nervously, and I just laid up there like a beached whale loving my epidural!!  

A new thermos just like Dad!

7:00, shift change.  My sweet nurse Carrie would have to go home to her own children.  She came in to wish me well and said, "if I knew you would deliver in the next 2-3 hours I would stay, but I have to get my children."  There's something about having a good nurse that in my opinion makes your experience a better time.  I was sad to see her go, but little did I know that things were fixing to pick up!

8:45, I was starting that uncontrollable shake.  If you are a mother, you know what shake I'm talking about.  The nurse checked me and those words she said scared me more then I've ever been scared before.  "You're 10!  It's time to have this baby!"  I was immediately brought to tears.  I looked to the right of my bedside, into Travis' eyes and said, "I don't want to be a momma, I don't have any idea of what to do!!!"  My sweet, loving, comical husband replied with a short and sweet, "too late for that now!"  Once again I remember clenching his hand on my right side.  My mother to my left.  The nurse and the doctor assured me that I could do this.  I was thinking, yeah right... you don't know me, I'm a big wimp!  My sister Jessica, and Travis' sister Amanda were in the room as well.  The moment of Carter entering the world was drawing closer and closer with each contraction.  I was exhausted, I begged for them to help me (knowing that it was all up to me), I wanted so badly to just be done.  

Every little boy needs a semi with a cow hauler!

Thirty three minutes after being told it was time... it was time. 9:18 p.m. It was time for me to be a mother, it was time for me to finally meet this little one that I had carried and nurtured for the past nine months.  He was perfect!  He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces, 20 inches long.  He had a head full of black hair and the cutest little cheeks I had ever seen.  He was my baby, he was my purpose, he was my heart.  My heart flooding with joy, my eyes filled with tears, I knew that God had given me the most precious gift in the world.  I was ecstatic, I had done it.  I had birthed my first child.  I was so proud to be a mother.  I looked to Travis as he watched Carter lying in the warmer and knew that our purpose was this sweet child.  My love for Travis, stronger because of this little tiny person that we created.  

Our family and friends all came in to greet our new little one.  Blessed to have my grandparents there, my 80 year old grandfather had been at the hospital for hours waiting for the arrival.  He informed my granny he wasn't going anywhere until that baby that was to be named after him was here.  Watching the two of them hold him blessed my heart.  They are such special people in my life and Carter has brought them so much joy in the past four years.  Our guests made there way home after Carter went to the nursery.  Travis and I were in awe.  We were more in love then we ever imagined we would be, and all the fears and unknown that we (I) had worried about, really didn't matter.  My sweet baby was everything I wanted.  Perfect in every way.  

Four years have flown past me.  I can relive the day I just told you about over and over.  It is etched in my memory forever.  They say a mother forgets the pains of labor, they are overcome by love.  You don't forget it all, but to endure that pain for such a great reward in my opinion is totally worth it.  

I've had four years of sheer bliss.  Sure, there have been rough days but what would life be without them?  What would life be without my child?  It sure wouldn't be as special as it is with him.  I love his imagination, his personality, his laugh, his eyes that have a sparkle to them constantly.  I love the way he mimics each and everything Travis does.  The way he wants to be just like his Dad.  I love to watch him sleep, and hear him sing.  The way he interacts with Tucker, climbing in the crib with him in the mornings and saying "morning fat boy!"  I love the conversations he comes up with, the endless questions that he can rattle off.  I love that he yells from another room, "Mom.......... I love you!"  The way his tiny little hand feels so warm and cozy in mine.  I love the smell of his room, the nights he asks me to rock him to sleep.  I love when he needs me.  Believe it or not, I even love that his handprints line my walls.  His muddy feet and hands leave my bathrooms a mess, but they are his.  I love to see him cuddle with his night night, and the way he shares them with his brother.  I love to hear his giggle, it's so contagious and warms my heart each and every time.  I love the way he is compassionate towards others (well, most of the time).  I love that he is yes ma'am, no ma'am kind of kid. I love the way he wants to be so independent.  I love when he reaches for me when he is sad or scared.  I love that he needs me to be his mom, his friend, his pal, his momma elephant.  I love him.

The little boy that blesses our hearts every day!

I could go on forever about the things I love about Carter.  Any mother could talk about the love they have for their child.  I sit here in awe of my life, my child.  A pure blessing he has been, and is yet to be to our lives.  I am so blessed to have been a part of the last four years of his life. I look forward to the many that lie ahead.  My baby, my toddler, now my little boy. Thank you Lord for this precious child!

Carter bug,

You are my sunshine.  You light up our lives, you keep me going.  I thank you for being such a joy, a reminder of how precious life is and how we should enjoy every day that God blesses us with.  You always remind me that, "this is a day that the Lord hath made."  You are amazing in every way.  I hope that your birthday is one that you'll always remember.  As you have said for the past few weeks now, you are a big boy!  That's hard for me to admit and yes it makes me cry, but you are no longer my little baby.  I pray God's many blessings on  you.  I pray that you will continue to be healthy, happy, and just the way you are.  May you find peace and happiness, and may God always be the center of your life.  Your momma loves you more then you will ever know.  Happy Birthday my sweet boy!

love always

momma

xoxo

It's time to say goodbye

Big boys don't drink from sippy cups, right?  Well, then it's time that these suckers take a plunge out of my cabinet and into the trash!  And that is just what happened this weekend!!

I had been talking to Carter about we needed to toss his sippy cups.  Each time it turned into a heated discussion and to be quite honest rather then pressing the issue I just let it go.  He'll get rid of them when he's ready, right?  So, with his birthday right around the corner I brought up tossing the cups.  He looked at me and with excitement he said, "Sure mom!  Let's toss 'em!"  So, I found a big bag, put him up on the counter and one by one he tossed each one of them away.  

Yes I know what some of you are thinking.  Three year old still drinking from a sippy cup?  Yes, he was.  He can drink perfectly fine out of a regular cup, but I was avoiding spills all over our carpet and less clean up for myself.  There, I said it... I'm lazy! :)  But not anymore, now we must just endure the fact that Kool-Aid, chocolate milk, or tea could end up on the floors.  Nothing a little Resolve can't take out is it?!  

Watching him toss those cups, another clear indication I don't have a baby Carter anymore.  I am not really sure why but turning four is a little hard for me.  It's that I'm not a baby anymore stage, I'm a big boy.  Quite frankly, I'd like to keep him little but I haven't quite figured out how to make time stand still yet, so... to heck with that idea.  

So if you come to visit us, hope you are drinking out of a cup otherwise you'll be sipping from Tucker's bottles! :0

Hello Mr. Froggy

I mentioned earlier about Carter feeding Mr. Thomas some frogs.  Well, it's crazy how just a month ago he was so afraid of frogs.  Now, he runs after them like they are the newest, most exciting toy on the market.

The other evening Travis was washing down the house, and oh my stars at the frogs that come out of the siding.  There were hundreds of them!!  Carter found his new friend.  Each time he would lean down to catch the little guy (or gal, heck I don't know) it would hop and Carter would hop. This went on for a bit until finally, he had him!!  A cute little, green, tree frog. Carter held on to him for dear life.  

The little guy was covered in dry grass, so Carter decided that he needed a bath.  So he snagged the hose while Travis was not looking.  He went to spray off the frog and instead sprayed himself in the face.  It was the funniest thing.  I must admit though, I saw what was about to happen and rather then telling him, I made sure my camera was ready!  It didn't seem to bother him though, he did it again and again.  

Finally he decided it was time for Mr. Froggy to go.  He put him on the brick ledge, and off he went.  I just love summer evenings like tonight.  They remind me of when I was a kid, and all the fun I had.  

Ready, set, SLIDE!!!

This weekend was busy like all the other weekends.  We purchased a water slide for Carter's upcoming birthday and I just could not resist letting him get on it early, knowing how much he loves them.  So he spent his day on Saturday, for six hours, on the slide.  Travis mowed the fields, and I did some shopping with my mom.

To say that the slide is a hit, is a complete and total understatement!  When I came home, he was like a noodle.  Unable to move another muscle, completely worn out.  Had I known that a waterslide would do that, we would have purchased one a long time ago.  I have never seen Carter just lay there so exhausted he didn't want to move.  

After about an hour of resting (short lived), he was up and at it again.  Running, playing, chasing our friend Thomas and feeding Thomas frogs.  Yes, you read that correctly.  He was feeding Thomas frogs.  Luckily he wasn't really eating them, but Carter thought he was!  Thomas would throw the frog and Carter never saw him.  Once Thomas had eaten his share of frogs, his fiance Kady said, "you know, he's going to try that sooner or later."  She no more then said that when Carter raised his fist to his mouth and Kady and I both said, "DO NOT EAT THAT FROG!"  He couldn't understand why Mr. Thomas could eat the frogs but he couldn't. We told him Thomas had been eating them a long time, and he was used to them but little boys that aren't would get really sick.  It worked! :)  Thanks to Thomas for making Carter's night a fun one, and for adding one more thing to the list of 'don'ts' I have for my sweet child.  Now, I have to make sure he doesn't eat the frogs when he catches them.  OH... and he likes to put them in his pocket now, like Mr. Thomas!   (((Paybacks are coming Thomas... just remember that)))

It's a date!!!

Couples with children know all to well that dates are few and far between, and sometimes just plain non existent!  Well, I my friends had myself a date!! Granted, it was not with my husband but with the next best thing, my Carter!!

Dora the Explorer came in to town and so I decided to ask little Carter out on a date.  We made our way downtown, and all the way there he kept asking if Diego would be there.  I told him I was sure he would be.  As we came closer and closer to the venue, his excitement soared.  He was singing Go Diego Go, Go Diego Go!  I was so glad that he and I were spending some much needed time together, just us.  We finally found a parking space and off we went.  We passed the hot dog stand and he asked if we could eat lunch there... I cringed! :0  During the show I talked him into getting Krystals (I know.... not much better then a hot dog on the street, huh?).  

We walked into the Times Union Center and the excitement of each and every child in that place was felt!  Dora and Diego toys were being sold, little girls were dressed as Dora carrying their Dora dolls, or Boots.  Little boys were sporting their Diego Rescue Packs, and as you guessed it, my Carter had to have one as well!  He became the proud new owner of a rescue pack, and a dora/diego light!

Off to our seats.  The stage was set, and a bright picture showing "Dora the Explorer" was lighting the stage.  Carter couldn't stand to sit down.  He insisted on standing, and waiting to see Diego. The show started and his eyes were big as a silver dollar.  We sang, we danced, and I sat and watched my date have a wonderful time.  His eyes, his smile, his dance moves all too cute for words!

After the show, we made our way to the tasty Krystlas.  He ate his little burger, all his fries, and asked for his Oreo!  Then believe it or not I had to insist that we stop by Toys R Us to get ideas for his upcoming birthday.  Once in the store, he was in heaven!

No, this was not some wine and dine date but it was simple and full of love.  I enjoyed spending just one on one time with Carter and hope that the day meant as much to him as it did to me.