Getting anxious for spring

I'm at home today with Carson, who has a fever of 101. Nothing too high, but hot enough to keep him home. His mood doesn't seem to be any different so I'm thinking maybe it's just teething (honestly I thought that would be done at 27 months! but he' sstill waiting for his last two molars).

We've been keeping ourselves busy, mostly playing with Sofia, Ethan and Isabelle, as it seems all his other friends are sick.

Here's Sofia trying to kiss Carson..

At an indoor playground...

This is how Carson sleeps at night. He has to sleep completely on his pillow, I guess my plan to get rid of the body pillow and replacign it with a regular one isn't going to happen anytime soon.

And just a close up of my beautiful little boy.

We have our next ultrasound on Wednesday and I'll happily report back whether Carson will be expecting a little sister or brother. If anyone remembers, we didn't find out if Carson was a boy or girl, so this is new to us. I think part of it is that I was convinced that Carson was a boy the whole time I was pregnant so I didn't need for someone to confirm my feelings. This time around I haven't a clue what I'm carrying and I'm anxious to know. Hopefully number two will cooperate and not be coy.

My first dream

That we were having a boy! We'll see how accurate my nighttime conscience is - with Carson I had 6 or 7 dreams that we were having a boy... and we did.

Last weekend Jeff, Carson and I took a trip to Toronto and Brantford. We stopped in at the zoo on the way down and the continued onto Brantford. My grammie was staying with my aunt and uncle in Brantford so we decided to go for a visit. We had a wonderful weekend visiting, playing, shopping, walking, running - you name it, we did it. Here are some pictures.

Gram-Grammie with all her great grandchildren:

The cousins making ramps for Carson's car out of the tablecloth

Carson getting to know Uncle Ellery:

Carson and mommy at the zoo:
Daddy and Carson checking out the frogs:

What?

So tonight I have a million things to do before tomorrow, so while making dinner I asked Carson if he wanted to watch some Thomas. He looked at me and said no, Dora. What? How do you know about Dora? Honestly. We've been out visiting the past couple weeks, but never has the TV been on. There's no TV at daycare, so where the heck did he pick that up?

Then when I turned on TreeHouse there was a preview for a Barney show and Carson exclaimed Barney! Again - what? How do you know who that is?

Pictures!

Carson stealing Daddy's mango

Daddy and Carson playing around

Mommy and Carson making funny faces for the camera

Carson's new tractor shirt I bought him in Toronto - when I showed it to him when I got home he immediately started taking off the shirt he was wearing. It was a bit of an arguement to get him into his jammies and as soon as I started to get him dressed this morning, he cried cause he wanted his tractor shirt on. I hadn't washed it yet so I had to put on another shirt underneath and he screamed bloody murder until he figured out what I was doing! I thought I wouldn't have the problem of fighting over what he wears cause he's a boy and I thought that was only supposed to happen with girls... guess I was wrong.

No more cookies at night!

Tonight Carson had a chocolate chip cookie for dessert and he's WIRED! He went to bed at the normal time but I can hear him talking, singing, spelling words from his books, counting (and when I walked by his room he was lying back on his pillow reading "Guess How Much I Love You" with his legs crossed. That kid is too much. An hour later he started crying for Mommy, so Jeff went up and read him a few books and hopefully that's it.

My little shadow

This past few days, I've had a 3 foot shadow follow me where ever I went. And I mean everywhere.

Carson and I were both sick all weekend, although he's a much better patient than I am. No matter how sick he is, he's always happy and smiling, still sleeps like a baby and for the majority eats like normal. The only thing that changes is he turns into a mommy-suck. Even more so than usual.

If we were playing in the living room and I went into the kitchen to, say, get a glass of water. He'd pick up his cars or trucks and say - let's go into the kitchen. Then he'd have a chair pulled up beside me within a matter of minutes. We were downstairs playing with his train table, I left him and his Daddy downstairs and went up to do a few dishes and within minutes he'd come upstairs, pulled up a chair and said Carson help mommy.

It was super sweet, he had to be beside every minute he was awake. I probably wouldn't be using the word sweet if it had lasted longer but ... it didn't :)

Why didn't Carson tell me

that he loves eating frozen peas?

And I'm testing out all potential baby names on Carson. I love the way he says his potential brother or sister's name. I can see the benefit of finding out the sex of the baby to prepare Carson for his or her arrival, but the selfish part of me would like it to be a surprise. I really think our decision will be made the day of the ultrasound (sorry Nadia!)

Saturday night!

Giggle

Is it wrong of me to love the fact that Carson doesn't know he can get out of his bed while we aren't in the room?

He always waits until we are in the room in the morning before he gets out.

Just as I thought

As Carson is the perfect child, he slept right through the night till 7am this morning (well, not sure what time he woke up, but that's when we went in to get him) and he was sitting up on the edge of the bed with a huge smile and starting talking about his new car bed immediately.

**I know everyone parent has the perfect child, but it's my blog so I can talk about my son like that!**

I should have known....

That it would be easy. We just kept talking to him about his new bed, so by the time it was bed time adn we asked him where he wanted to sleep he said in his new car bed. And that was that. The crib goes down tomorrow!

His new bed set-up.

Showing him his new bed.



Success!

(the picture below was taken in the dark... don't think I tempted with fate and turned on the light just to take a picture!)

Jeff thinks he may have went down easy but thinks in the middle of the night he'll wake up and get scared casue he doesn't know where he is... we'll see!

Wish us luck

Tonight we are trying to move Carson into a big boy's bed! Well, at teh very least we will be setting it up in his room and asking him if he wants to sleep in it.

We just got back from an insane morning with Sofia, Isabelle and Ethan at Cosmic Adventures. it's a huge indoor playground (and I mean HUGE) and then we ended the morning with a fantastic lunch.

Carson loves playing with his cousins. He also loves indoor (and outdoor, but we haven't seen so much of those lately) playgrounds. We went down teh biggest slides, he had races with his cousins, he played in the ball pit, ran across rope bridges, through the tunnels and all around the place. It was so much fun. I'll post pictures later.

Please stop

Last night was perhaps the first time I wanted Carson to stop growing.

After his bath I always take him out, wrap him in his towel and then I sit on the toilet seat and he cuddles right into me. He puts his hands down between him and I and rests his chin on my shoulder. He just fits there perfectly.

We tried...

Carson needs a haircut. He doesn't have alot of hair, and we've buzzed it a few times at home but we wanted to take him to get it done so they could do it around the ears and cut the back - it's not even close to being a mullet but it's going to happen soon enough.

Anyways, we talked to him about it the whole way. we watched other boys get it cut. We tried to sit down, he looked at the hairdresser and lost it. There was NO way he was letting her near him. So we packed up and left. It was worth a try!

Happy New Year

Wow - it's been a while. Soon I shall post some pictures to show you what a wonderful holiday we had.

This morning we had the second ultrasound to see Carson's little brother or sister - who is due on July 21st!

I love having this blog to check back to see how I was feeling/what I was thinking/what we were doing at the same stages of pregnancy with Carson. By now I had 5 dreams that Carson was a boy, and this time I have not a clue. We are super excited and Carson says he's having a brother but if you ask if it's a boy or girl he always says girl. Seems him and his mom feel the same way.

Merry Christmas

This Christmas was definitely my favourite by far. Christmas Eve we made a snowman, went for a long walk, had a yummy dinner - just the three of us.

Snowman - Gallant style (notice the mullet?)

Christmas morning was fun! Carson wasn't overly interested in his presents, but we coaxed him into opening a few.

Then we headed over to Mom and Ricky's with the whole family (minus Carrie, Rob and the kids) for Christmas dinner. We put Carson for a nap there, and he just stayed in the playpen for a couple hours - no sleeping, but just for some quiet time (again, he's scaring me). Then everyone came over and it was pure Christmas bliss (or chaos, depending on who you ask).

Carson and Mommy both slept till 8:30 this morning - what a day!

Bizzy Bizzy day

Today is Christmas Eve. I took Carson to work for the morning. He was a hit. He was running up and down the hallways, pointing out the orange triangles, green squares, purple rectangles, and red ovals (someone said circle and he corrected them and told them it was an oval). He ran into people's cubicles to say Merry Christmas and even into the CFO's office and yelled Daddy (he's an older man with grey hair, not sure where the association came from?).

We went to the Christmas food table and he wanted only 6 carrots and one timbit. He was told what a good healthy child he was (heh, little do they know). The comissionaire offered him a cookie, he said thanks, he was told he was a good looking boy and again, he once again he corrected them and said "i daddy's special boy". I'll have to take a recording of him saying special boy, it's music to Jeff's ears and it's simply adorable.

He chased balloons, was taken for a ride on a dolly thing (that was then decorated with bells, reindeers and a santa) and paraded through the hallways. There were a ton of other children there, but he would rather visit with the adults then play in the kid's christmas room.

Then we went to visit his Daddy at work, where he ran around into everyone's office and again made a ton of friends. Jeff had to show off his letter skills, he just looks at the walls, at posters, at signs, anything with letters and starts saying what each letter is. If he knows words tht the letter starts with, he says those too. Some of his favourite are G for Grandma, M for Mommy, D for Daddy, N for Nono, E for elephant and of course, Z for Zamboni (which today was actually an N sideways, but I thought he was too young to try and explain that).

We got home an hour past his naptime, he stayed awake the whole time in the car and as soon as I got him out of his carseat, he laid his head down on my shoulder and went to sleep. Until 5 seconds later and we were inside, he opened his eyes, whipped his head to the christmas tree and said "put lights on christmas tree". I read him two books and then he was out like a light. That was two hours ago. Little boog is getting a good sleep. He'll need it for the chaos that will ensue tomorrow!

Tell me it ain't so

Carson's always been a fabulous sleeper.

The last month or so, about once a week he just doesn't nap. He has quiet time for an hour or two but doesn't nap.

I seriously hope this doesn't mean that he's coming off his nap!

But, between you and I, he's freaking awesome when he doesn't nap. He's hilarious, crazy, insane and a little rascal. Love it.

Maybe it's just me

But Jeff and I are keeping Christmas to a minimum this year.

I just find kids these days get sooo much stuff. Too much stuff if you ask me. And Carson is only two! He doesn't even know what the heck presents are. I've seen kids just rip through presents under the tree without appreciating or realizing what they have got. Maybe it's cause we grew up with not alot of money and I can remember savouring each and everything that I opened up. Each gift was special and I was thrilled with whatever it was. I want Carson to grow up that way, to grow up appreciating what he has. And doesn't just expect to get whatever it is he wants. Maybe I'm just expecting too much....

I think I spent $16 on him. And that's it. Two books, a school bus and a puzzle.

I go to people's houses who have little kids and there are scads and scads of toys, plastic (oh the plastic!) scattered around the whole house, and the kids probably play with like 10% of it. This year for Carson's birthday we actually did a recycled theme and asked everyone to bring Carson a toy that their child doesn't play with anymore.

I'm not in any way shape or form a treehugger or hippie, but I'm having serious issues with walking into toystores (read: Toys R Us) and seeing the towers of plastic toys being sold out faster then they can stock them. And then you see these plastic toys in a couple of years sitting on teh curbside waiting to be picked up by the garbage truck. And where does it all end up? In landfills! Ack! I figure if we can do our part, then I'll be able to sleep just a little bit better at night.