Carter’s Dictionary

22 03 2012

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 it 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 can differentiate 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.





5th Annual Whistler Trip

21 03 2012

Every year, we go on a trip to Whistler, BC with a huge group of our friends. We discovered this year was our 5th year. It’s a teeeeensey bit different than our first few trips. Our first few trips were filled with 3 full days of skiing, 3 full evenings of going out in the village for dinner and cocktails, waking at the crack of dawn to beat the gondola line, and a fridge full of beer. The last couple of years it has been more like: 1-2 days of skiing (not full, because I’m soooooooooo out of shape), a sneak into the village to shop while the kids are napping, 1 night of going out to dinner in the village (home by 11), waking before the crack of dawn because your toddler is less than 3 feet from your head and is SCREAMING AT YOU TO GO OUSHIDE, and a fridge full of whole milk, 2% milk, and skim milk (we had to keep the beer in the snow outside on the patio).

I did a horrible job of documenting the trip. I commit to taking a picture of the whole group (8 couples and 6 kids under 3) next year. We’re blessed in that a couple of the “kids” parents come along and babysit the munchkins during the day so we can ski & shop. They are truly amazingly brave people!

The trip included a lot of sledding (for everyone but CJ – he is NOT a fan of the snow but has been incessantly talking about it since our return)

heading home from a long adventure of sledding

little snow bunnies

My favorite part of every day was meal time. Those kids would belly up to the big table and just chow down. I think Carter at whole broccoli. In fact, I think he ate most of everyone’s food that they didn’t want after each meal. He certainly ate well on that vacation.

miss m slurping her soup

toddler happy hour

Maybe next year I’ll capture it all. But who knows, the little people could nearly double by next year and dominate the adults.