I’ve had so many requests for a few Carter pictures. I finally got a chance this morning to sit down and go through my pictures and pick out a few to share.
I am jotting a few notes with some of the pictures, just to help me remember a few of his favorite things at this age.
I try to get him to pose for a few pictures here and there, but you can imagine how that goes. He doesn’t usually smile then, not to mention stay in one place.
He much prefers to run and hide behind the quilts or props and then pop out and yell “Boo!”. He squeals and smiles, does it over and over. I have been draping quilts over the quilting machine, the dining room table, or chairs – anything that allows him to hide behind a quilt.
This is how our last family photo turned out. That is the closest we got to a smile.
He got 3 molars last week, so this little mouth will be looking a little fuller. He does surprisingly well with teething. He always gets them in batches and he still doesn’t fuss too much.
He loves to run around in his diaper. Taking off the clothes seems to = instant happiness. Why is that? It certainly doesn’t work for me!
Carter is very expressive. I could post 20 pictures that all have different expressions, but this one is my current favorite – with the Cheerio mouth. He also loves ice cream cones. Even more than running around half-naked.
He loves to do anything Dad does. I can really tell that he is identifying himself with his dad – that he is one of the boys. He loves to “help” dad with any project he is working on (the more power tools the better), they also like to rough house, make man noises together, and go outside. He even likes to talk on the phone like Daddy (Joel is a sales rep and spend lots of time on the phone).
If Joel tries to walk out to the shed without picking him all, Carter will start to follow him and scream “DAD”. It’s really quite cute. I am trying not to be jealous
And – just to keep it real, there is a fair amount of this too:
He cries and hangs on my legs, making it impossible for me to move. I don’t know how something so little can be so strong and so loud. If this keeps up, I am going to have to start weight training and wearing ear plugs. He doesn’t usually cry because he is hurt – he cries when he doesn’t get his way.
Other new things in the past 3 months -
He is talking a lot and mimics everything we say. Every day there is something new. When he sees himself in the mirror, he says “baby”. He says “owie”, when he doesn’t get his way, as if we are really hurting his feelings. He loves to go outside and go bye-bye. He blows kisses (not nearly enough) and has started to climb. Remember how I got rid of the craftsman, wood coffee table to make is safer for Carter? I replaced it with a soft, cloth-covered ottoman. Now he climbs up on the ottoman and jumps on it like it’s a trampoline. Now I am not convinced which is safer! I am sure this is just the beginning of parenting a little boy .
Until next time . . . .