Few pictures

Just as I posted about Carson being a horrible eater, he's eating everything these days. Well, not everything, BUT he's been finishing his plate which is huge. Ok, so maybe not every time. For some reason I thought the way he had his apple snack was funny (he normally just eats the whole apple, but he wanted it cut up this time)

Showing off his latest craft he made at his daycare (he keeps taking it off the fridge and coming over to show it to us, he's quite proud)

Zach and Carson lying in the hammock (we need to figure out how to set ours up (with no trees in the backyard) because Carson loves hammocks!

Carson watching the mayhem (Justen chasing Jaeda and Grace around the backyard)

I just thought this was a cute picture!

Cuteness!

I made a quick trip to Costco today (I got sent home from work, our building lost power!) and have been wanting to get Carson a pillow for his bed as he's loving pillows these days. Gets onto our bed, puts his head down on my pillow and then pats the pillow beside him and says lie down. Then if you don't do it right away, he gets quite convincing (read: whines) and gets you to lie down.

Anyways, I saw the perfect pillow. Ok, so it's not a normal pillow. But I called Jeff to see if he could talk me about of buying it, but he failed, but made me promise to not give it to him until he came home. So home it came. I tried to hide it from him (I obviously didn't pick a good enough spot because he found it) and when he found it, he started laughing hysterically, hugging it, rolling around on the ground with it... it was definitely worth the $17.

The problem? Now he won't put it down. The proof.

Don't let his smile fool you, he's just smiling because I asked him to. He had a bite of one of the carrots (from Jeff's garden!) and one bite of roast pork and wouldn't eat anything else, that's all he had for dinner! Argh....I would love, for one night, to have one of those kids that will eat anything.

Few pictures from last night

Not sure how I feel about it...

Yesterday afternoon when I went to pick up Carson, they were having storytime. I opened the door and Carson started to cry and walk to the other side of the room from me. He didn't want to leave!

I heard it happens. I knew it would happen one day. But ouch....

(Honestly I'm happy, because it just goes to show how much he loves it there)
(But, I'm his mom! He should always choose me first)

OH! Carson got a wasp bite when we were in PEI. We were leaving the Superstore, walking across the parking lot. I was carrying Carson and all of a sudden he started to cry and I look at him and see this bloody wasp attached to his wrist. I flicked it off (it held on tight!) and the stinger was stuck in his wrist. We got it out (didn't squeeze it, it was long enough we could just pull it) and after a few minutes of crying (more like the ouch whining?) we got into the car and he was fine. He kept touching his wrist and I asked him to show it to me every 5 minutes or so, and there was a bump for a few minutes but then it disappeared and he never "mentioned" it again.

Home sweet home

Back into the swing of things around here. Carson got rather spoiled on vacation, he had constant attention by his aunts, uncles, and grandparents. He had ice cream, deep fried clams, crackers until his heart's content and lots of chicken nuggets. Around here, he has our constant attention but I think he misses the food in PEI because he's on somewhat of a hunger strike. Even our caregiver mentioned that he's not really eating. He has 2 or 3 bites of each meal and that's it. It's slowly picking up again, and I know they say kids won't starve themselves but still, I get a little stressed over it.

The past week or so, he's changed. He makes different voices, says words differently, acts differently - it's all wonderful changes, but it's so evident that he's growing up. He just keeps changing, right when I think I know all he can do - he surprises me. And does something else. And it blows my mind.

I'm rather happy to report that after 2 weeks vacation, he was a little shy with his caregiver and was sneaking smiles at her, and after a few minutes, it was like he had never left. He LOVES her (asks about her on the weekends, and in the morning when you ask if he wants to go, he goes to the front door to get his shoes on). Makes me very happy. I showed up today a little late and he was sitting in a circle with the other kids (two more started part time, so now there are 5 kids in total) listening to her read a book, his mouth was open and he was just staring at her... he LOVES stories.

It's insane. In PEI, we were all sharing a room so storytime took place on the bed (normally at home it was always in the chair in his bedroom). When we got home, the first night i put him to bed and when I went to sit down in the chair he started yelling and ran out of his room and into my room. He was saying bed (I thought he was saying bath and it took me a while to clue in). Now story time takes place in mommy and daddy's bed. Maybe it's time to put the chair in storage until baby number 2.


Anyways, here's a picture. Look at him, doesn't he look older? Maybe it's just the warmer clothes (the mornings are rather chilly here in Ottawa this week)

And, he was quite happy to get back to all his cars. He always has about 2 or 3 with him (if you peek on him sleeping at night he's sure to have one car grasped in his hand). Now they all live on his table and he'll play with them for hours on end (ok, a total exageration, but you know what I mean). He started kneeling at the table (Grandma taught him that here, but he started doing it all the time in PEI), so now he gets onto his small chairs and kneels and today I caught him standing on them. And trying to walk from one chair to another. He obviously tried something like that while I was making dinner cause I heard the chairs fall and then he cried. I hate when something happens and I'm not watching, because I can't see exactly where he hit himself so I don't know where to look for injuries!

the sun is finally out!

I can't wait for Carson to wake up. The sun is finally up, after 3 days of being in PEI. The trip down here was, um, how shall we say... LONG. 12 hours the first day! To make it the whatshouldhavebeen 9 hours to my Grammy Walker's, it took us 12 hours! Traffic, construction, delays at the border (we went through Maine), made Jeff and I super cranky, but Carson was an absolute DREAM. He fared better than Jeff and I. He was happy, he read, he played, I sat in teh back with him for a while, we ate and had a chance to run around outside, and he slept (only for an hour out of the 12 we were in the car!), but seriously, we couldn't ask for a better kid. We must have done something right in our previous lives to deserve him.

Anyways, he's been a treat since we've been here, totally seems to be coming out of his shell and not super shy like he normally is. Walking around in restaurants saying hi to everyone. Actually, since we got here he started saying "Hello" which KILLS me. The funniest word I think he has.

We've been stuck inside most of the time so far, but have had visitors non-stop, so we've been having a good time. Today I'm hoping to go to a farm (or bowling if it starts raining again), and to just get out of the house.

Grampy has a sit-on-lawn mower (I'm sure there's a proper word for it, but I don't know what it is) parked against the barn and Carson is obsessed with it. He always has to go out and see it (even in the rain) and when we get right up close to it, he says WOW. And it's so dramatic the way he says it. Too cute.