Memories

Carter is slowly becoming a little boy every day, but little things remind me that he is barely out of toddlerhood.  I want to hold onto these things as long as possible.  By becoming a big brother twice by the time he was three years old, he had to grow up quickly.  Here are some of those little things:

• instead of restaurant he says restaur-naut (like astronaut)
• instead of overcast he calls the weather cast-over
• At his soccer game he tries his hardest to stay in the pack of kids, but goes out of his way to avoid contact with the ball.  At one point Mike told him "If it was a snake that ball would have bit you!"

Poor Dawson Baby.  You have earned the unfortunate nickname of Doc-noxious (kind of like obnoxious, but with a doc.)  You have just been out of sorts for the past couple of days, fussing any time I set you down and refusing to eat.  You have also been running a temperature on and off, so there must be something going on.  Maybe those stinking teeth will finally make an appearance?  But the good news in all this is that your spitting up seems to be decreasing! It started a couple of days before we took you to the doctor, but we went anyway, just to be sure.  You are on prilosec now and while you are still spitting up, the amount and number of times during the day is definetely getting better.  Hooray!!  Maybe now I can finally wear a shirt all day without having to change or deal with the smell.

Ava, what a funny little creature you are.  Your favorite game to play right now is teachers.  You pretend to be Miss Gena and Carter pretends to be Miss Katie and you walk around bossing each other around.  You are definetely pushing all your boundaries to see what you can get away with right now.  You know the rules, such as drinking water between meals, but you still will push and push and push to see if you can get milk instead.  If Daddy is giving you a bath, you want Mommy.  If Mommy is helping you to the bathroom, you want Daddy.  You are one little fickle pickle!