Here is a quick note about Carter, since he seems to get overshadowed a bit by his big sister. Carter is such a ball of fun. He can make just about anything into a fun game. Today he was in charge of dusting . . .

. . . apparently when I said, “Carter can you dust the living room please?” He heard, “Carter can you ride your trusty steed down the dusty trail?”

I really wish I had a video instead of this last photo because it was so funny to watch that little duster wag back and forth as he moseyed down the hall, trying to hold it up with just his knees.

Not that infrequently these days, I find myself doing something before my brain has had a chance to evaluate and approve of my actions. Friday was one of those days, when I gave Carter a haircut. It started with a couple seemingly-unrelated decisions that, by themselves, were innocent enough but when put together created the perfect storm that you see below.

The seemingly-innocent decisions:
1) I grabbed a small bag of M&M’s that was sitting on the counter to bribe Carter to hold still.
2) I sat him in the bumbo in only his diaper because I knew he wouldn’t keep the hair-cape on, so I turned on the space heater in the bathroom to keep him warm.

The problems:
1) Carter HATES the hair clippers and so screamed bloody murder the entire time they were on.
2) There is a reason M&M’s gave up the tag-line “melts in your mouth, not in your hand.” And I might add that they melt REALLY fast in a three-year-old’s hand while she feeds them to a one-year-old sitting in front of a space heater.
3) When a one-year-old gets hair on his face, he rubs it. And he usually starts at his chin, where it is good and slobbery from crying and then works his way up to his eyes.

And so there you have it — a very sad, chocolatey, hair-covered baby. It took TWO baths to remedy that mental lapse.

Carter’s newest trick is to do “somersaults.” He bends over, puts his head on the ground, then rolls over to the side and gets real excited. I love it!