Every few months I have been posting a few pictures of Carter. The problem this time, was when I went to look in his folder of 21 month pictures, there weren’t any! When he was younger, I had a folder full for each month. I guess blogging isn’t the only thing that has gone by the way side with my work deadlines. Time to start getting the camera out again! Now, if only I could get him to sit still! Most of the ones I have taken have turned out too blurry to keep :-(
Here are the few I had - Along with a few notes to help me remember this stage in his life:
He still likes to sit and play with dice. He also likes to color, paint, and do puzzles, though each thing only lasts about 10 minutes.
He still looks handsome in blue -
Though he is looking less like his Daddy (and a little more like me.)
He loves to wear his boots and “po” pants. His favorite things to do outside are play bubbles and dig in the dirt. He actually prefers this over riding his battery operated 4-wheeler !?!?
I think his favorite thing in the world is still the washing machine. He loves to help put clothes in the machine and push the buttons. In fact, we were at a home show the other week and I could hardly keep him out of one of the appliance booths. He even got his shirt off before I could stop him, and was trying to get the door open so he could start a load of laundry. He also prefers the laundry soap section at Target to the toy section. I’m not sure if I should be alarmed by that, or think it’s funny.
He has never been big on traditional toys, but he loves machines. We heard a story the other day from a guy who buys an old washing machine or something when his grandsons are coming over. They get to take the whole thing apart, and then he just throws it away. So I guess Carter isn’t the only one! It makes it a challenge for me to keep him entertained, as we don’t have a lot of machine laying around here. He still loves drills and playing with my sewing machine. He loves stacking up bobbins, and as I discovered yesterday, sticking pins into any opening in the machine that he can get them in. Oh crap, right? Which is exactly what he said. Yes, he is repeating everything we say, whether we want him to or not. He knows he isn’t supposed to say that, so he follows it up with, “Oh, funny.” He says the “Oh Crap,” with such conviction, that we find it hard to hide our smirks, and apparently he knows it. We just can’t get by with anything! I’m sure many of you have similar stories.
All for now - I will try to get some more pictures soon!