Monday, October 22, 2012

My Heart Just Threw Up A Little

This past weekend, Mark and I enjoyed a date night, i.e. sitting through an entire church service together followed by dinner and ice cream.  As we were discussing our adorable baby over sub par blizzards (pumpkin pie, not worth it), I told Mark that it feels like I love Karter so much that my heart is throwing up a little.  For some reason, this is not how he described how he felt about Karter, but whatev.

But seriously, I'm pretty sure there is no better way to describe it.  It's amazing how something so little creates such a big emotion in me.  He makes my heart swell with so much pride, joy and affection.  Yes, even when he is up at 6am.

It seems like everyday he is discovering something new (unfortunately, today it was the corner of the fireplace.)  Each day I think "this is my new favorite thing he does" only to replace it with something even more adorable the next day.  Although I'm not sure anything can beat the cuteness of him running into my arms giggling.  Or his cute little baby voice.  Or him yelling "baaa" when you ask what the cow says.  Or his...well, you get the point.

So the moral of the story is I'm crazy about my child.  I love him so much so that I don't even mind he's making my heart throw up.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Career Choice

As I watched Karter create havoc play today, I began to think about what he may want to be when he grows up.  I mean, obviously I will love him no matter what he chooses, but I couldn't help but start to formulate some ideas as to what profession he may go into (hopefully something that will make him millions and allow us to retire early.)  So, just in case he is struggling when he graduates high school/college because he's not sure what to do, here are some ideas he can look back upon:

-Demolition Man: He loves to destroy things. If blocks are piled up higher than one, he has to run over and knock them down.  This often causes a problem when the kids I watch are trying to build, because Karter's main mission is to destroy. 

-Professional Baseball Player:  I don't think I am biased, this kid has an arm.  Mark and I had a talk the other day about whether or not we should teach him to roll balls in the house instead of throw because he has such a powerful throw but then we decided not to quench his talent.  So what if it costs us a flat screen tv?

-A Librarian:  This child loves books.  Loves them.  That's probably because his grammie bought him 2857498794375 books.  I think he probably spent about 2 hours today reading books (not all together, of course.)  He sits down alone and reads stories out loud to himself.  Kind of adorable.

-Professional Eater:  He could eat all day long.  If he's not running over to the pantry getting out the graham crackers and capri suns, then he is constantly signing "more."  It's ridiculous.  By the end of the day his belly is so hard and bulging out because he has had 10 meals.  Sometimes I think he eats more than I do (unfortunately I have the same belly problem as he does, though.)

-Olympic Swimmer:  We have laminate floors in the kitchen/dining/hall area and one of his new favorite things to do is to lay down on his belly and swim across them.  He just slides all over them, which is disgusting considering the last time I mopped them.  I might just put a Swiffer cloth on his belly next time...why not kill two birds with one stone?

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Be Careful

Ever notice that you have an overused phrase or word?  A few of my overused ones are adding an extra "like" where it doesn't belong and assuring people that "it will change your life."  Another one to add to my list?  "Be careful."  Karter is now running through life, literally, and climbing anything he can find.  I must tell him to "be careful" at least 39578 times a day.  For example:

Be careful as you climb on top of your riding tractor.

Be careful as you stuff the entire grilled cheese sandwich into your mouth at once.

Be careful as you are chewing on that straw that you just dug out of the trash can.

There's a good chance that he does not heed my warning because he hears it so much.  I don't know what it is, but it just makes me feel better to say these words.  I know that these words will not catch him when he falls or perform the Heimlich on him when he chokes on his grilled cheese, but they make me feel like I have some sort of control over the situation.  Life with a toddler lacks control, and if the only way that I feel that I can take control is to utter this phrase, then you can bet he will here it 39578 more times tomorrow!