So my mom throws out there with much sadness in her voice, "So you've quit the blog, huh?"
She's very skilled in the Catholic guilt tripping. Why I fall victim, I have no idea. Never been to a Catholic church in my life, not counting weddings.
So yes, occasionally I post a few pics on Facebook of the boys and miss the blog. I will confess to spending too much time on FB. Wanna be my friend :)
My boys are the best. I just looked back at my last post and feel badly I haven't posted since my "OMG I can't handle it all!!" post.
I am taking an amazing class right now through my new company and I am in LOVE with it! Half real estate gems and half Oprah type gems! You heard all the buzz about "The Secret" a few years back?
Well this is the Keller Williams version of Oprah's epiphany!
Think positive and positive things will happen.
Set goals and you will make amazing things happen.
Change your views and you will change.
Oh yes, all that and more! If I pass along one more affirmation, quote, or idea to Jeremy, I think his eyes might roll out of his head. But it's just too good not to share!!
But anyway, I'm feeling much more empowered these days. More patience. More keeping the big picture in mind. More ability to let go of the little things, plan ahead, and make things happen! No one will do them for me or feel sorry for me when I whine I can't get them done. I own my own destiny!
Is that why Carson is having fewer and shorter tantrums/emotional outbursts? I don't know but I'd like to think so.
Carson is just the sweetest most caring boy in the world. He loves his little brother and shows it in so many ways. I've never seen a 4 year old share his candy bar with bro without being asked. Or kiss him on the head when he falls down. Or help unbuckle him when we're getting out of the car. I feel so grateful that they get along.
Keaton, my dear sweet baby boy, is no longer my baby but always will be. I have found myself staring at him wishing he would stop growing, stop aging, and be a baby forever. He's so innocent. So untarnished. So pure.
Keaton. The opposite of his brother. Naughty.
Never had to buckle Carson into his highchair. Didn't even know it had a buckle. Keaton, constantly trying to climb out.
Never had to worry about things ending up in the toilet with C. K has smashed his fingers in the lid multiple times and has attempted to drown several toys.
Shopping cart. Never an issue with C. K has to be strapped in or we risk an escape and certain injury falling from the cart.
C was a garbage disposal. Would eat anything you put on his tray. Keaton, pickier than picky. Drives me insane trying to figure out what he'll turn down each meal.
Feisty little turd. And we love him.
He sleeps like a champ! I am BLESSED! I'll say it again (and risk jinxing myself), I am BLESSED with two amazing sleepers. Keaton routinely sleeps 12+ hours without so much as a sneeze. And he'd rather put himself to sleep rather than spend any time rocking in my arms.
Books? He don't need no stinkin' books! C loved books at K's age. K would rather throw them on the floor.
Not talking yet but just starting to sign. Milk, please, and all done. He likes to generalize and use "milk" for I want that!
He has ZERO patience for anything and takes it very personally if you dare take a toy away from him or shake your head. As in "YOU POKED MY EYES OUT" blood-curdling screams. Even Carson is scared take a toy away from him.
Things I've said or heard recently that only a mother would hear:
- Carson: Mommy, your coffee smells yummy. But only through one hole. The other hole has boogers in it and isn't working.
- Mommy (in context of a joint bath) to Keaton: Please don't touch his penis. Don't ever touch anyone's penis but your own. Oh, well I didn't really mean touch yours at this very minute. Please don't touch your penis.
- Carson's physical look of horror as he realized he just put a booger in my hair thinking he was putting it on his pillow during story time. My own disgust as I realized what the look of horror meant.
- Carson coming home from school and announcing on Monday: Mommy! I got married today! Isabella is my wife and I am her husband!
Unfortunately when asked about his wife on Tuesday, Carson shook his head sadly and responded,
"She told me she didn't want to be my friend anymore."