EGG-stravaganza

Carson's day care hosted an Easter egg hunt this past Saturday. I'm posting a few of the videos I took for your viewing enjoyment. (Face it, grandparents; you are the only people who will watch these clips over and over again!)

Good luck making it through the chaotic commentary. What a mess!

18-month Stats

Carson was such a peach at today's check-up that I bailed without getting his 18-month stats. (There's some extreme sarcasm in that statement in case you can't tell.) And now that I think of it, I didn't make his 24-month appointment. Oh, well. Based on his fit-throwing behavior at the doctor's office, I should have known not to stop at Target afterwards. After 30 seconds of being in the cart, Carson stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs. What did I do next? I bribed him with licorice. We headed straight for the candy aisle and I tore open a Red Vines bag. After 10+ pieces of licorice (half of which ended up on the floor), I decided to scrap the trip and head home. Before I got out of the store some idiot-lady stocking the shelves said, "Boy, he's not a happy baby." My response: "He isn't a baby. He's a toddler, and this is what they do!" B%t*h!

And here's all I remember about Carson's growth stats.....97% height and 28 lbs and a few ounces. Good thing summer is around the corner, because he's outgrowing his 18-24 month pants!

Right of Passage

Nate had dinner last night with a high school buddy, which meant I was in charge of Carson's night time routine. No big deal really, except for the fact that Carson puked all over himself, his plate and the table during dinner. I cleaned him up and we ate a few crackers before bed. I later chalked the incident up to "lots of outside play at daycare." Wrong. When Nate and I went upstairs this morning to get Carson out of bed, we were overwhelmed by the smell of BARF. The kid had thrown up during the night (without screaming out or interrupting his sleep, mind you). There were dried chunks on his pjs, in his hair, all over his loveys and blankets, etc. Needless to say, Nate gave him a bath and I cleaned up the mess. We're home today without any other "outbreaks." The funny in all of this...what did Carson say to us when we walked in to his room this morning? "Uh-oh."

Nate's Nook

We recently added a seating area to our breakfast nook. (This was Nate's idea, so we've dubbed it "Nate's Nook.") Carson seems to like the space...he eats his snacks there, climbs on the chairs after dinner, sits with me when I'm trying to read, watches TV with Nate there, etc. Needless to say, Carson is glad we moved some stuff around.

The natives are restless!

I could barely get Carson to the table after he spent time on the deck with me as I grilled dinner. He can't wait for more sunshine!

Input

Calling all mommas.......Carson will be moving in to a "big boy" bed in the next month or so in anticipation of #2's arrival. Any suggestions on bed rails/ safety rails? There are freaking tons to choose from and my head is spinning when trying to assess them all. (We are not doing the toddler bed thing and plan to put him directly in to a full bed.)

HELP!

My toddler...

...blew out his diaper this past week. Gross! (Nate cleaned up the dirty deed.)



...loves licorice more than fruit snacks. (Is that even possible?!)


...has learned to "shhh" people. One of the kids in his room was being noisy during nap time and Carson lifted up his head and said, "Shhhhhhh!" (Smarty pants!)

"Deep in the heart of Texas...."

Nate and I had a great time in San Antonio! The weather was perfect (We actually laid out at our hotel's roof-top pool and got sun burnt!); our hotel location was awesome. The food was excellent, and our couple's massage was a treat. My "mommy-friendly" flats and Pumas didn't let me down -- we spent hours (days, really) walking around down town San Antonio checking out the Alamo, the historic Menger Hotel, the Rivercenter Mall, the River Walk, San Fernando Cathedral, etc. We managed to find a small store off the beaten path that sold jewelry, Stetson "ten-gallon" hats, cowboys boots and giant belt buckets. Nate ended up buying a silver belt buckle...can you say, "Howdy, partner." (I opted for a sterling silver bracelet made by Native American Indians in Montana.)

We did find ourselves talking about Carson's funnies from time to time, which put a smile on both of our faces. Needless to say, it was great to see Carson catapult in to Nate's arms when we got home on Sunday afternoon. (Thank you grandparents for watching our little monster!)

Tik Tok

One of Carson's favorite things to do is dance...in the car, at the mall, after his breakfast, while I'm cooking dinner, etc. He's perfected a new move - spinning! Well, sort of -- see for yourself!