Carter has become quite the little helper around the house…
daddy is always so appreciative.
One of Carter’s favorite things to do is dance. He will stop and shake it if he’s feeling the music. He regularly feels it at the mall. It provides great entertainment to all nearby. Just a bit after my phone cut off this recording, he put his hands down on the ledge and really started shaking it with his head and hips. The mall is one of our favorite rainy day outings, now you see why…
How lucky were we? Mimi and Poppop made it to town to care for Carter while I had my first overnight trip without the booger (more on that later). He had a ball with them – they went to the Museum of Flight, the farmers market, and of course, to the beach to throw rocks. Watch your rocks, folks, this kid has an obsession. I fear for my windows’ future.
I was fortunate enough to get one day with them before they headed to back to hot Texas, so we drove up to the tulip fields in Skagit Valley, about an hour north of Seattle. Last year, my booger was the charmer of the century. I put him in gathering bins (mom of the year, talk about sharp, rusty edges) and people gathered to take pictures of the cute “little girl” (???? has CJ ever really looked like a girl?).
This year was a little different. That’s right folks, we have a full fledged toddler on our hands! One who isn’t thrilled about his picture being taken.
But he’ll occasionally pretend and drop a smile.
And then take off on a dead run for the hills…
As far away from you as he can get – dodging if it is necessary.
The tulips don’t mind being photographed though.
Sometimes, we could sneak in a picture as he was running through the rows (oops, not allowed).
Apparently, it was funny when they would brush his arms.
If any drought ridden Texans need help locating water, this kid is your friend. He’s a pro at finding agua.
And subsequently, the rocks that belong in them.
this rock does not belong amongst these beautiful aflahs (flowers)
We had to take a break for a snack, because this mama was still on relaxing Mexico time and paid little mind to crazy pants’ schedule. Guess what he had for a snack? No, not a tulip as it appears, but a (free, thank you Roozengaarde staff) hot dog bun, because I’m THAT awesome.
After snack time he was so much more willing to pose for pictures. š
I mean, so excited about it!
So we let him run and I snapped some pictures of my lovely parents.
Then I looked over and found boy and agua. Seriously, he can find a puddle ANYWHERE.
And then he’ll dig for rocks to throw in said puddle. He was complete.
We had a great day at the tulip fields followed by a wonderful lunch at Seeds Bistro in La Conner. Carter played peek-a-boo with the booth behind us (much to their dismay, I’m sure) while we enjoyed good sandwiches and I told stories about my trip to Mexico.
Thanks to Mimi & PopPop for giving this mom a much needed break. I hope you enjoyed your time with CJ as much as he did with you! He still asks for one of you every morning when he wakes up.
We’re fortunate that the Seattle zoo is so close to home. It means CJ gets to go as often as he likes. He decided to go on Tuesday for a visit to the bears. He heard they were waking up with all this delicious warm weather we were having.
He got to get up close and personal with one bear in particular.
They were doing a little dance together.
And the claws didn’t startle him a bit (but watch out for a sneeze, that gets a lip curling cry).
Mimi and Poppop say he must be a Baylor Bear. Scott and I better start saving more!
We have new words all the time around these parts. Sometimes, he’ll say a word for days on end before we figure out what he means. In fact, for an entire 90 minutes on the way home from Whistler, he said “awa” which is not “agua” (water), “ama” (airplane), or “applah” (applesauce). Over. And over again. For 90 minutes. We still haven’t figured out what it means, but I guess he didn’t need itĀ that bad.
pultzopp???? (said with sincere urgency): yogurt covered pretzel. child goes to bed and wakes talking about these darn things. i think he’s eaten maybe 10 in his whole life, but in his mind he could subsist on them and them alone.
kaydubaba: tortilla. yeah. maybe he calls tortillas quesidallas? who knows?
bees?: beans. he’s got a mom from san antonio. the boy knows beans.
hup may: help me. said while signing his version of “help.” meant for “help me get on this chair. help me open this pouch. help me get a pultzopp! help me destroy your house in 2 seconds!”
maymay?: mimi
potop?: pop pop
boid: bird
copzah: helicopter. he canĀ differentiateĀ the sound between the helicopter and airplane before he sees them. i love that.
rock???: rock. OBSESSED WITH ROCKS (boy rock sale, jessica??).
Y’all have probably stopped reading. But I need a place to store my little CJ dictionary. It’s so fun to hear his new words. He grows up too fast.