Here's a recap of Carter's year. His 6th birthday was February 1st and I've been working on getting his book finished. I was hoping to have it here by his birthday, but no such luck.
Showing posts with label Carter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carter. Show all posts
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, October 29, 2010
Prayers of Blessings
We've realized lately that we are battling powers and principalities in a very real way and I've been feeling like we should be more diligent about praying God's blessings from scripture over the boys daily. These are two that I love.
Psalm 20
The blessing of the Lord be upon you, ____.
We bless you in the name of the Lord!
May the Lord answer you when you are in trouble.
May the name of our God protect you (v.1).
May the Lord Himself send you help from His people, and His angels;
May He rescue you by His limitless power (v. 2).
May He remember the prayer you've said and the promises you've made.
May He accept your love and your sacrifices (v. 3).
______, may the Lord give you the desires of your heart, and make all your plans succeed (v.4).
We will shout for joy when you are victorious!
We lift up our banner in the name of our God (vs. 5)!
Because it is in Jesus' name that we bless you.
Amen.
Numbers 6:24-26
The Lord bless you, and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance on you,
And give you peace.
Psalm 20
The blessing of the Lord be upon you, ____.
We bless you in the name of the Lord!
May the Lord answer you when you are in trouble.
May the name of our God protect you (v.1).
May the Lord Himself send you help from His people, and His angels;
May He rescue you by His limitless power (v. 2).
May He remember the prayer you've said and the promises you've made.
May He accept your love and your sacrifices (v. 3).
______, may the Lord give you the desires of your heart, and make all your plans succeed (v.4).
We will shout for joy when you are victorious!
We lift up our banner in the name of our God (vs. 5)!
Because it is in Jesus' name that we bless you.
Amen.
Numbers 6:24-26
The Lord bless you, and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance on you,
And give you peace.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Carter, Carter, Carter...
Oh boy - You are gonna LOVE this! I'm not sure what it is about this kiddo, but he sure is somethin' else. He's generally smiling, with the twinkliest blue eyes I've ever seen and doing something ALL the time to make someone laugh. I think he's the one that brings the life to this house. Not that everyone else is completely boring....but Carter definately keeps us on our toes. Here's the latest....
History: We've never had a cat. My sister used to have two and Carter was deathly afraid of them for a while. She's down to one now, that is friendly and Carter and Jackson have fallen in love. They've decided that we can give up the last puppy (which we were going to keep for ourselves) if we can have a cat instead. Of course, the Dad of the house is completely against any such crazy thing. Oh...the puppy is leaving, that's ok with him. The cat idea, though, that's a "no-go". This cat idea has been rolling around in his head for the last week or so - since we spent a couple of days at my sister's house.
A Couple Days Ago: Jackson and Carter are returning a dog to a neighbor's house. I go out to see if they are on their way home, and Jackson is carrying an orange and white striped cat back with him. He's nearly skipping, he's so happy and just thrilled with himself that he's rescued an orphan that needs a home. It was a stray he picked up along the way and decided this would be the cat they would keep in lieu of the puppy. Jackson carried it in the house, and Doug required its immediate removal. I tried to tell them that their Dad wasn't going to be happy..but ya know, they had to see for themselves.
Last Night (Friday): The kids and I arrive home around 8:30 from Silver Dollar City. The striped cat was in our garage. Of course, this meant that the cat must already love us and want to stay here. Again, Doug required the removal of said cat. The boys were not happy, but distracted by the fact that they were spending the night with a friend. We got packed and headed to the sleepover.
This Afternoon - 4:00 ish: Doug, Harrison and I drive into the garage from running errands. As I'm walking through the garage, I hear a cat meowing....not a happy meow, either. Following the sound, I head over to the corner where there is a stack of coolers. I figure the cat must be stuck behind there or something and can't get out. I see no cat, but still hear it and look down to find a cooler upside down. Apparently, the cat is inside. Hmmm....interesting. Well, as you might guess the cat found inside that cooler did, indeed, have orange and white stripes. Doug came to help and I asked him if he thought the boys would've put that cat in there. "No. They wouldn't have done that. The cat was probably just jumping around and tipped it over and got stuck.", he says. I figured he was probably right. The boys really liked that cat and I know they wouldn't have hurt it. I was just glad the boys weren't here to see it in our garage again.
This Evening - 7:30 ish: The whole family arrives home from the sleepover and doing some birthday shopping. We unload the van and Carter follows me inside to the kitchen. "Have you seen the big, blue cooler?", he asks.
I raise my eyebrows, try to hide the grin creeping over my face and ask, "What? The blue cooler?"
"Yeah, you know...the big blue one. Do you know where it is? I need it." He's completely innocent looking and isn't showing any signs of distress at all.
"Nope. I haven't seen it. Why are you so interested in it, Carter?"
"Oh, nothing really. I just like the color. Blue's my favorite." He's starting to get a little animated now..flipping his hands up like 'whatever'. "Oh, nevermind. I don't really need it.", as he walks out the back door to the garage and starts looking. Doug had hosed it out and set it in the front yard to dry. Carter couldn't see it from where he was standing. He's looking, but trying to be nonchalant about it.
"Really? Well, you sure seemed interested."
Now, really throwing both hands up, starting to grin and flash the eyes he says, "Oh, I don't need it all. Just forget about it. It's nothin'." He walks to the back of the van and out into the driveway and I follow him and point out that the cooler is right there in the yard. He flashes his eyes me and walks toward it, bends over to get a good look and then stands straight up and says, "Well, where'd that orange cat go?!" He's grinning and so nervous that he starts to snicker but tries not to.
"Carter, did you put that cat in that cooler?"
Without hesitating for even a second, he covers his mouth with both hands, starts to giggle and says, "Yeah, I did. But where'd it go?" I told him I didn't know and that he had done something really mean to that poor kitty, since it couldn't breathe inside that cooler. He stood straight up, got really serious and asked if it was dead. When I explain that it wasn't, he relaxed and got the grin back. He threw his arms around again and said, "Well, you never told me that before! I didn't know he wouldn't be ok with the lid shut!"
I asked him if he had put that cat in there all by himself or if Jackson helped him and he stood up, smiled a big, happy smile and said, "Nope! I did it AAALL by myself!" Honest to goodness, he was truly proud of himself and didn't even consider that he might not be in as much trouble if Jackson took part of the blame.
I wish I'd had my camera - the look on his face was priceless. You gotta love him! Well...I'm sure the cat doesn't, but I sure do!
History: We've never had a cat. My sister used to have two and Carter was deathly afraid of them for a while. She's down to one now, that is friendly and Carter and Jackson have fallen in love. They've decided that we can give up the last puppy (which we were going to keep for ourselves) if we can have a cat instead. Of course, the Dad of the house is completely against any such crazy thing. Oh...the puppy is leaving, that's ok with him. The cat idea, though, that's a "no-go". This cat idea has been rolling around in his head for the last week or so - since we spent a couple of days at my sister's house.
A Couple Days Ago: Jackson and Carter are returning a dog to a neighbor's house. I go out to see if they are on their way home, and Jackson is carrying an orange and white striped cat back with him. He's nearly skipping, he's so happy and just thrilled with himself that he's rescued an orphan that needs a home. It was a stray he picked up along the way and decided this would be the cat they would keep in lieu of the puppy. Jackson carried it in the house, and Doug required its immediate removal. I tried to tell them that their Dad wasn't going to be happy..but ya know, they had to see for themselves.
Last Night (Friday): The kids and I arrive home around 8:30 from Silver Dollar City. The striped cat was in our garage. Of course, this meant that the cat must already love us and want to stay here. Again, Doug required the removal of said cat. The boys were not happy, but distracted by the fact that they were spending the night with a friend. We got packed and headed to the sleepover.
This Afternoon - 4:00 ish: Doug, Harrison and I drive into the garage from running errands. As I'm walking through the garage, I hear a cat meowing....not a happy meow, either. Following the sound, I head over to the corner where there is a stack of coolers. I figure the cat must be stuck behind there or something and can't get out. I see no cat, but still hear it and look down to find a cooler upside down. Apparently, the cat is inside. Hmmm....interesting. Well, as you might guess the cat found inside that cooler did, indeed, have orange and white stripes. Doug came to help and I asked him if he thought the boys would've put that cat in there. "No. They wouldn't have done that. The cat was probably just jumping around and tipped it over and got stuck.", he says. I figured he was probably right. The boys really liked that cat and I know they wouldn't have hurt it. I was just glad the boys weren't here to see it in our garage again.
This Evening - 7:30 ish: The whole family arrives home from the sleepover and doing some birthday shopping. We unload the van and Carter follows me inside to the kitchen. "Have you seen the big, blue cooler?", he asks.
I raise my eyebrows, try to hide the grin creeping over my face and ask, "What? The blue cooler?"
"Yeah, you know...the big blue one. Do you know where it is? I need it." He's completely innocent looking and isn't showing any signs of distress at all.
"Nope. I haven't seen it. Why are you so interested in it, Carter?"
"Oh, nothing really. I just like the color. Blue's my favorite." He's starting to get a little animated now..flipping his hands up like 'whatever'. "Oh, nevermind. I don't really need it.", as he walks out the back door to the garage and starts looking. Doug had hosed it out and set it in the front yard to dry. Carter couldn't see it from where he was standing. He's looking, but trying to be nonchalant about it.
"Really? Well, you sure seemed interested."
Now, really throwing both hands up, starting to grin and flash the eyes he says, "Oh, I don't need it all. Just forget about it. It's nothin'." He walks to the back of the van and out into the driveway and I follow him and point out that the cooler is right there in the yard. He flashes his eyes me and walks toward it, bends over to get a good look and then stands straight up and says, "Well, where'd that orange cat go?!" He's grinning and so nervous that he starts to snicker but tries not to.
"Carter, did you put that cat in that cooler?"
Without hesitating for even a second, he covers his mouth with both hands, starts to giggle and says, "Yeah, I did. But where'd it go?" I told him I didn't know and that he had done something really mean to that poor kitty, since it couldn't breathe inside that cooler. He stood straight up, got really serious and asked if it was dead. When I explain that it wasn't, he relaxed and got the grin back. He threw his arms around again and said, "Well, you never told me that before! I didn't know he wouldn't be ok with the lid shut!"
I asked him if he had put that cat in there all by himself or if Jackson helped him and he stood up, smiled a big, happy smile and said, "Nope! I did it AAALL by myself!" Honest to goodness, he was truly proud of himself and didn't even consider that he might not be in as much trouble if Jackson took part of the blame.
I wish I'd had my camera - the look on his face was priceless. You gotta love him! Well...I'm sure the cat doesn't, but I sure do!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
A Few Pictures
Since Harrison threw my memory card reader in the toilet a few weeks ago, I hadn't downloaded any of my photos in a while. I finally went downstairs to search for the USB cord to connect directly to my camera Sunday morning and was surprised how many shots there were that I had actually forgotten about.
Here are a few of them.
Here are a few of them.
A HASMAT clean-up guy in my basement after it flooded with sewage.
Homemade sourdough bread starter.
Harrison painting an Easter egg.
The boys and their eggs.
The proud painter.
Jackson at an Upward Basketball game
Score! Go Jackson!
My budding scientists....at The Discovery Center
After his games, Jackson met with his team. Harrison always
joined him on his lap. Jacks is a GREAT big bro!
The littlest professor
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Mohawk Boy
A week or so ago, Carter told me as we were on our way home, that he wanted a "cool and awesome" name. I told him that I thought his name was cool and awesome. After all, I was the one who gave it to him and I like it alot. He wasn't impressed.
He said he waned a cool name like Jackson had, so he thought he'd just change his name to Jack. Before we got home, he decided Little Jack was what he wanted. I said I was happy if he was happy and we pulled into the driveway. Before I could park the car he said, "Mom, you go inside and tell them about my new name. I'll stay here in the van. When you're done tellin 'em, you come back out and get me." I guess when you have a new name, you deserve an introduction and a grand entrance.
So, I did. It really was cute. He walked in with a sheepish grin and waited for comments. I don't think he got quite as many as he would've liked, but he was still happy.
Since then, he's changed the name again - twice actually. For just a few days, he and Jackson both changed their names to shark names. One of them was Bull Shark and the other was Tiger Shark. For a while, Carter was Bull Shark Tiger Shark. I guess he figured he'd take all the shark names and be even more "cool and awesome".
Saturday, though, his name changed to Mohawk Boy. This, after his haircut and a new faux-hawk. He'd been talking about getting a mohawk for a few days and having a cool and awesome haircut to go with the new name(s). He and the entourage (myself, Doug, Jackson, Harrison, Aunt Kate and Nana) joined him for the big occasion. He loves getting his hair cut! He nearly went to sleep, he was so relaxed while she was cutting away.
When all was said and done, he did indeed look very "cool and awesome". Since then, he's made a comment or two about Jackson and his dad having "handsome" haircuts....but his is "cool and awesome". He has decided he's not into being handsome at all. Dad and Jackson are handsome, but he would rather be....well, you know....."cool and awesome".
I love this boy!
He said he waned a cool name like Jackson had, so he thought he'd just change his name to Jack. Before we got home, he decided Little Jack was what he wanted. I said I was happy if he was happy and we pulled into the driveway. Before I could park the car he said, "Mom, you go inside and tell them about my new name. I'll stay here in the van. When you're done tellin 'em, you come back out and get me." I guess when you have a new name, you deserve an introduction and a grand entrance.
So, I did. It really was cute. He walked in with a sheepish grin and waited for comments. I don't think he got quite as many as he would've liked, but he was still happy.
Since then, he's changed the name again - twice actually. For just a few days, he and Jackson both changed their names to shark names. One of them was Bull Shark and the other was Tiger Shark. For a while, Carter was Bull Shark Tiger Shark. I guess he figured he'd take all the shark names and be even more "cool and awesome".
Saturday, though, his name changed to Mohawk Boy. This, after his haircut and a new faux-hawk. He'd been talking about getting a mohawk for a few days and having a cool and awesome haircut to go with the new name(s). He and the entourage (myself, Doug, Jackson, Harrison, Aunt Kate and Nana) joined him for the big occasion. He loves getting his hair cut! He nearly went to sleep, he was so relaxed while she was cutting away.
When all was said and done, he did indeed look very "cool and awesome". Since then, he's made a comment or two about Jackson and his dad having "handsome" haircuts....but his is "cool and awesome". He has decided he's not into being handsome at all. Dad and Jackson are handsome, but he would rather be....well, you know....."cool and awesome".
I love this boy!
Mohawk Boy
Mohawk Boy and Nana
Mohawk Boy still needs a rest
"It Was A War, Mommy!"
After a near sleepness night and a long day of errand running and a Pediatrician's appointment with a sick 2-year old, Jackson and Carter were wound up like an 8-day clock last night! Harrison was so cranky and felt terrible, especially after we had to hold him down to administer those blasted eye drops, that he even got a special trip to McD's for "wens wise".
About 8:00, Doug took Harrison to bed and I put Jackson and Carter in the bathtub. They were being ROWDY! I had to tell them I don't know how many times to calm down and be quiet so Harrison could go to sleep.
When I went in to get them out of the tub, the entire bathroom floor had been flooded and there was wet toilet paper stuck to the walls, the counter, the toilet and in the tub. I nearly had a meltdown. Carter was out of the bathtub, standing by the toilet with one hand on the toilet paper roll. When I walked in, he looked up at me with sparkly blue eyes, a big smile and announed, "It was a war, Mommy!" He was more excited about the bathroom war than he was on Christmas morning!
Jackson, being a little older and a little wiser stayed in the bathtub, tried not to make eye contact with me, and did not say a word. He wasn't innocent...just smarter about getting caught. What he doesn't know, is that no matter what they've done, those sparkling eyes and beautiful smiles get me almost every time. It's hard to be mad at the soldiers when they are so happy!
That said, I was not nearly as excited as Carter was about the battle that had taken place. I sent Jackson to get his jammies on while Carter got toilet paper off the walls and commode, then they traded and Jackson cleaned up the rest of the mess while Carter got ready for bed. I was so tired, I can't even remember what happened after that. I'm sure "night snacks" were involved along with prayers and back scratching before everyone nodded off.
About 8:00, Doug took Harrison to bed and I put Jackson and Carter in the bathtub. They were being ROWDY! I had to tell them I don't know how many times to calm down and be quiet so Harrison could go to sleep.
When I went in to get them out of the tub, the entire bathroom floor had been flooded and there was wet toilet paper stuck to the walls, the counter, the toilet and in the tub. I nearly had a meltdown. Carter was out of the bathtub, standing by the toilet with one hand on the toilet paper roll. When I walked in, he looked up at me with sparkly blue eyes, a big smile and announed, "It was a war, Mommy!" He was more excited about the bathroom war than he was on Christmas morning!
Jackson, being a little older and a little wiser stayed in the bathtub, tried not to make eye contact with me, and did not say a word. He wasn't innocent...just smarter about getting caught. What he doesn't know, is that no matter what they've done, those sparkling eyes and beautiful smiles get me almost every time. It's hard to be mad at the soldiers when they are so happy!
That said, I was not nearly as excited as Carter was about the battle that had taken place. I sent Jackson to get his jammies on while Carter got toilet paper off the walls and commode, then they traded and Jackson cleaned up the rest of the mess while Carter got ready for bed. I was so tired, I can't even remember what happened after that. I'm sure "night snacks" were involved along with prayers and back scratching before everyone nodded off.
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