Maruschak Mommy

Carter has found his voice and has a rather lot to say these days! 

Below are a few of our favorites.

Not day  = not today (And it’s said with a sad tone and a long face.)
   EXAMPLE:  Me go storytime with Mommy but not day…  🙁

Even more = any more
   EXAMPLE:
      ME:  Carter did you bite Allison?
      CARTER:  Not even more.

 Last ear = yesterday or any day prior to today
   EXAMPLE:  Me do dat last ear!

I know! I know! =  I know! I know!  (But it’s really cute when he says it!)
   EXAMPLE:
      DADDY:  What restaurant should we go to?
      CARTER:  I know!  I know!  We go rest-raunt with out fire.
      (That’s in support of his sister who is scared of fire and doesn’t like 
      restaurants where you can see them cooking with it!)

For those of you who missed the Carter’s Pants posts from several months ago, those referred to him taking his pants off… and taking his diaper off, too.  These days, at the old age of almost two-and-a-half, Carter has started putting his pants on.  All by himself!

Yes, the pants are both backwards and very twisted!
But he did it “by mine self.” 

And that was one of the cutest things I saw all day.

OK, the magical spell that made Carter so cute this morning has worn off.  He’s just finished a one hour long whining and crying fit that started with fighting with his sister in the swimming pool… 

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We enter the scene just as Carter is released from timeout for semi-good behaviour and told to come to the table for dinner.  He is whining enough to convince any grandparent that he has been severely tortured…

CARTER:  I want snuuuugggggggllllle!!!!!!
DADDY:  You need a snuggle?  Come here.  We’ll have a little snuggle before dinner.

Daddy kneels down on the floor and Carter goes to him for a snuggle-hug.

DADDY:  Are you having a bad day?
CARTER:  No!
DADDY:  Are you tired?
CARTER:  No!
DADDY:  Are you feeling sick?
CARTER:  No!
DADDY:  Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?
CARTER:  No!
DADDY:  Can you say “no”?
CARTER:  Uh-uh.

There is a pause in which I giggle at this all too familiar exchange between Daddy and Carter.

CARTER:  I want to go hoooome!
DADDY:  You want to go home?  OK…We’re here!
CARTER:  Uh-huh.

I totally cracked up.  Carter seemed contented for the moment and the dinner proceeded without incident.  In fact, smiles from the grumpy guy were forthcoming within moments of climbing into his dinner chair.

Carter and I took the car for a carwash after dropping Allison at preschool this morning.  It’s a local drive-through wash that they have converted from self-service to full-service.  So, two guys are there to put your money in the machine, direct you as you drive into the car wash, then they dry it and clean the interior for you.  All this for $10.  But it did take quite a while for them to finish our car.  So…Carter found ways to amuse himself:

• He drove his matchbox car on the curb.
• He stuck his hand in all the holes on the vending machines.
• He stood on a rock to put tip money in the tip bucket.
• He balanced on rocks and then walked from one to another.
• He walked up and down a small hill to a drainage ditch about 15 times.
• He tried to lift a big rock.
• He succeeded in lifting a smaller rock and squatted down to peer under it for a while.
• He brought me some boy treasuresincluding a piece of styrofoam, a dirty Lego, and a bottle cap.
• He drove his cars on the sidewalk.
• He drove his cars on the rocks – bump, bump, bump.
• And he never let me get out of his sight…

He was very, very good and I smiled at how he entertained himself with exploring and doing all the things you think of when you think of little boys!  My precious son.