Pop talks but Nana doesn't

Carter celebrated 100 days of school today. They had to dress up like a 100 year old man/woman. He wore a collard shirt, khakis, a tie and an old man hat. When he got out of the car this morning he told one of his teachers, he was Dr. Coppenger (my Pops friend who turned 100 a few months ago) and he needed 3 cakes . So cute.

When he got home today he sat in my lap and said "Pop talks but Nana doen't." He had tears in his eyes and a questioning look on his face. He asked why nana didn't talk anymore and if she had any hair. I told him Nana was in heaven now and she was happy. We talked and cried together, remembering times we shared with her. I told him that Nana loved him and me more than we'll ever know. She prayed for us on Tuesdays, she loved gummy bears. Scotcharoos, she loved Purple she adored Pop, she never tired of kids being around. I lived with her in college and remember she always needed a fire going, she could tell a story from her past with perfection and I never questioned her passion or love for God. She opened her home to more people in her lifetime than can be remembered. She cooked for people and her pool was never empty in the summer. Carter said he missed her and he wanted to go into the clouds to see her. All I could say was someday we will see her again because God loves us and God loves Nana

Eye Lashes

I have beautiful, thick, long eyelashes. Or I should say...had them.
I had a horrible migrain on saturday and took some tylenol pm and some ambien so I could sleep. When sleep I did. I guilted my dad into visiting me the next day?
I wore some appauling lingurie for David?
Then I was putting on my makeup for church when I realised that my eyelashes on mu left eye were cut, knobby, chopped. Gone!!
No more ambien for me

Training Wheels

We took Carters training wheels off today. He has been riding the bike with broken training wheels for months so I do not know why I was supprized that he did so well. He acted like he had been riding with out them forever. He is growing up too fast. Then there is Coleman who has been riding his scooter all the way around the block since Christmas. They are great Boys.

Nurture or Nature

I had Carter and he was a fairly easy child. He would shop with me and take naps when he was supposed to. He was content and sweet. So I thought, "I am such a good mom" you know, like I was why Carter was so sweet. SO though again...never a good thing, Ill have another baby. It will be easy ,just like Carter was. Wrong! CoCo had colic and cried all the time. He never slept and had the worst allergys possible. He wouldn't nurse, he didn't like when I sang to him. He would grunt "uh uh". Carter to this day falls asleep to me singing to him and even asks to be sung too and coleman say he doen't like that song or shush mommy. Kids are so different. I did the same things with both of them and they are as different as night and day.

C-A-R-T-E-R

Carter has always loved to spell his name outloud. C-A-R-T-E-R, CARTER!
Well, we were getting ready for bed lastnight and I looked over and his eyes were half shut I said, "You are tired" He pouted and then got tears in his eyes . So I explained that he had to get up early the next day and go to school so we need to get in the bed earlier. He then smilled my favorite smile and said " You said I was tired but I am C-A-R-T-E-R, CARTER!
Goodness gracious he is funny.

Carter's Magic Trick

Carter waltzes in from the playroom in his undies...again. It is only 32 degrees in the house. He has the biggest grin on his face (I can't resist) and says, "My tee tee has Magic". I panic... Magic, uh I'm not ready for this conversation. He is only five. I tell myself to calm down and ask "What did you say, sweetie" Which he says again, "my tee tee has magic." he holds up a quarter drops it in his underwear and says, "now you see it, now you don't." whew!!! I'm glad he explained that one.

Wii

Carter is so hillarious. He is this chubby, tall, incredably sart five year old. He says things sometimes that make me laugh out loud. On Christmas day my dad was reading a Christmas book, he stops and talks to the boys about how some people are poor and some are wealthy. To which Carter replies "Im not poor" dad asked how he knew that and he said "because I have a Wii." wow so matter of factly.
He loves to bowl on the Wii. Carter can tell how many pins he knocked down but also yells out how many he needs to get. Adding and subtracting already. If he does not win he says "you cheated" I have no idea where he got that.