I called Jeff the other morning and asked him to win the lottery so I could stay home with the kids. He said "You're only saying that because it's summer" and he's right. I love love love the nice weather and am a WAY better parent when we can spend our days and nights outside. I can always think of a million things to do outside, yet inside I struggle.
First, this is what I wake up to in the mornings, don't you wish you were me?
He's top four teeth are coming in, and honestly - his mood hasn't changed. I know I keep repeating myself, but trust me, it's worth repeating. He is the happiest little boy ever! The other day we were at brunch with the family (Grant's 1st communion!) and Beckett found a packet of jam and bit into it (without us noticing) and when Jeff caught on, he took it away and Beckett cried (I mean, who wouldn't?) and Nadia said "that's the first time I've ever heard him cry"! It's true, he's the most calm, happy, patient baby ever. If you would have told me I would have loved my second son this much, I would have said you were crazy. But I do. And then some. And then some more.
In other news, Jeff flew home to PEI this week because his Grammy Reid passed away so the boys and I have been on our own. So far we've had a great time, but we sure miss our Dad.
Here are some pictures not from this week (why you ask? Well because my batteries were dead and I kept forgetting to charge them) but that I forgot to add in the last couple of posts.
One of Beckett's favourite places to go when I'm not looking.
When Deanna was here, we took Carson for his first ice cream of the season. And Carson wanted to share with his brother! Yes, Beckett isn't even a year old. But, he needs a treat too, doesn't he?
And this was definitely unprompted. And if anyone knows Carson, they know he LOVES his icecream, so for him to share it without being asked? That just goes to show how much he loves his little brother.
Looks like someone is following in his big brother's footsteps and his loves of cars!
Kaethe and I took our kids to the museum on the weekend, I thought this picture was hilarious. We are in the elevator heading upstairs to the children's area.
Carson riding the motorcycle.
The boys on the boat.
Jaeda pretending to be angry about something. And the shirt Mr B is wearing? It was passed on from Jaeda.
Making a phone call.
Trying to scale the pyramid.
In the jungle.
The kids could operate this crane and move the crates/packages from the deck of the boat to the ground.
Carson shingling Fido's roof.
Filling up the wheelbarrow. If I could find out where to buy these bricks/wood and wheelbarrow? Carson would never want to leave the house.
The next day, Carrie and I took the kids for a big walk through the woods on the way to the park. They had a blast. Carson is definitely living up to my nickname for him "Pokey little Puppy". He has to look at what seems like every branch, every rock, every cloud. I love that about him, but sometimes I just want him to hurry up. Jeff would say that's my number one problem, I always want to hurry - to get onto the next thing. Maybe I have something to learn from Carson :)
This was after a long day playing (is it so wrong that I love his blackened little feet? I remember my feet always being black when I was a kid, I love barefeet in the summer! Still do actually)