So I FINALLY have Carson's outfit for the baptism. Not at all traditional, but I'm not traditional so it's rather fitting. I don't have a white surface to take a picture of it on, so here's the best I could do. It's an outfit from Mexx and it's white linen pants and a white with blue stripe linen top. It's super cute.
The past week or so Carson has really been protesting his sleep. He's tired when it's nap time. I know he's tired because he's rubbing his eyes, yawning, and I just know him and I know when he's tired. Yet he fights going to sleep with everything he's got. Twice yesterday I had to pick him up and comfort him before he fell asleep which I've never had to do before (well, not since I can remember). This morning I took him out to the mall early (needed to find a dress) and assumed he'd fall asleep in the car seat. Nope. Then into the mall, and I assumed he'd fall asleep in his stroller. Nope. He was looking around, flirting with all the women, smiling at us, playing with his toys... basically everything BUT sleep. He fell asleep on the way home and I transferred him to his bed and he's still sleeping (right through lunch!). Like everything else, I know this phase will pass.
I'm trying to find someone to come stay at the house after he goes to sleep tonight, as we have a wake to go to. Jeff's friend Marc passed away yesterday morning, after a fight with cancer. It's so sad, Shelley is left behind with three kids (I think the oldest is almost 4). Not that I'm trying to use their tragedy to make myself feel better but it really makes me realize that the fact I have 30 lbs to lose isn't the end of the world. I should be happy for everything that I have and I should live each day to the fullest and kiss my baby and husband a million times a day.