The cutest penguin around!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Happy Halloween!!
Carter LOVED Halloween. Can't you tell? 
Going to get some "treats" with Daddy. 
My favorite Elmo and pumpkin ever. Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Just in case you were wondering.....
Carter LOVES: pizza, his "blues" (blankets), cookies, any toy that is supposed to be Avery's and FROZEN green beans. Yes, I said frozen.
Carter HATES: cooked green beans, five hour car drives, peas and when his sister touches him.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Carter's new skill
Carter learned a new skill today! And this was the aftermath:
Did he learn to leave random scraps of paper littered around the house? No, he's a pro at that skill.
He learned to use scissors! Today was the first day I let him use scissors. Without any help. And yes I was totally holding my breath the entire time. But no blood was drawn and several stars were snipped beyond recognition.
Don't you love Ava's little Halloween sleeper? It says "I take after my mummy." Because you know, she does.
With her striking dark hair she could definetely be her mama's mini me. It is beyond amazing having a daughter. I highly recommend it. In fact, we may need to have ten more daughters! Don't worry Mike, I'm just kidding.
Did he learn to leave random scraps of paper littered around the house? No, he's a pro at that skill.
He learned to use scissors! Today was the first day I let him use scissors. Without any help. And yes I was totally holding my breath the entire time. But no blood was drawn and several stars were snipped beyond recognition. 
Don't you love Ava's little Halloween sleeper? It says "I take after my mummy." Because you know, she does.
With her striking dark hair she could definetely be her mama's mini me. It is beyond amazing having a daughter. I highly recommend it. In fact, we may need to have ten more daughters! Don't worry Mike, I'm just kidding.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Daddy's little helper
This morning our sink needed a little attention. The garbage disposal was getting very rusty and a seal had slipped in the sink. Mike spent a little time under the sink derusting and manipulating seals. Of course, Daddy's little helper was hot on his heels. During this time period, I had slipped upstairs to put baby A down for a nap. When I returned downstairs, Mike said to me "Unfortunately Carter learned a new word." Oh yeah, what was it. As the little imitator was within ear shot Mike said "Oh my G - U - D." Orange you glad I didn't say pumpkin
Today was pumpking carving day, the moment we've all been waiting for!
Carter enjoyed seeing the pumpkin "guts." He also made up his own little chant: WE ARE PUMPKIN! (This was after many attempts of getting him to say "WE ARE PENN STATE.")
Here Daddy I'll carve the pumpkin without cutting my fingers off. In case you don't know the legend, a young and curious Michael Shadle may or may not have injured two of his fingers that had to be surgically reattached. There may have also been a large butcher knife involved in this debacle.
Ewww, squishy.
Spooky.
I love my pumpkin guys!
Carter enjoyed seeing the pumpkin "guts." He also made up his own little chant: WE ARE PUMPKIN! (This was after many attempts of getting him to say "WE ARE PENN STATE.") 
Here Daddy I'll carve the pumpkin without cutting my fingers off. In case you don't know the legend, a young and curious Michael Shadle may or may not have injured two of his fingers that had to be surgically reattached. There may have also been a large butcher knife involved in this debacle.
Ewww, squishy. 
Spooky.
I love my pumpkin guys!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Water World
I still can't believe this happened. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. Sorry for yelling, but I don't know what else to do.
This morning I left Carter alone for maybe seven minutes. Eight minutes tops. I had to change the baby's diaper and put a coat on her so we could leave to go to our Mom's club meeting. Surely he could behave and play with his toys for eight stinking little minutes, right?
WRONG.
As I walk down the stairs I see a puddle of water in the middle of the floor about the size of Lake Superior (yes, I'm exaggerating but it was BIG). I think I may have sighed but then I look to my right into the kitchen and there are puddles of water EVERYWHERE! With little tiny footprints running around between the puddles. Then I look into the toy room. Carter is sitting with a cup of water in his hand and dumps it into his (pretend) sink. "Water mommy" he tells me. There is water dumped into his big bin of cars, puddle after puddle on the floor, his puzzles are covered in water, his train set is covered in water and there is even water splashed on the wall. I think at this point I may have been saying a Hail Mary in my head so that I didn't lose it completely. It's still pretty fuzzy but I do think I may have said something like "What were you doing?" Apparently Carter thought it would be fun to get water out of refrigerator and dump it everywhere.
Ok, how am I going to toddler proof that? Oh, I know, get one of those nice padded rooms. Nah, he'd still end up eating the padding off the wall or at least ripping it into a thousand little pieces.
So from now on, when I take care of his sister I'll have to just drag them both up the stairs. Maybe I'll lose a little weight with all this exercise.
Well, needless to say we were late for the meeting and I didn't finish cleaning everything up yet. His cars are still stewing in an ocean of (soon to be) rusted metal and peeling paper labels. Good times.
This morning I left Carter alone for maybe seven minutes. Eight minutes tops. I had to change the baby's diaper and put a coat on her so we could leave to go to our Mom's club meeting. Surely he could behave and play with his toys for eight stinking little minutes, right?
WRONG.
As I walk down the stairs I see a puddle of water in the middle of the floor about the size of Lake Superior (yes, I'm exaggerating but it was BIG). I think I may have sighed but then I look to my right into the kitchen and there are puddles of water EVERYWHERE! With little tiny footprints running around between the puddles. Then I look into the toy room. Carter is sitting with a cup of water in his hand and dumps it into his (pretend) sink. "Water mommy" he tells me. There is water dumped into his big bin of cars, puddle after puddle on the floor, his puzzles are covered in water, his train set is covered in water and there is even water splashed on the wall. I think at this point I may have been saying a Hail Mary in my head so that I didn't lose it completely. It's still pretty fuzzy but I do think I may have said something like "What were you doing?" Apparently Carter thought it would be fun to get water out of refrigerator and dump it everywhere.
Ok, how am I going to toddler proof that? Oh, I know, get one of those nice padded rooms. Nah, he'd still end up eating the padding off the wall or at least ripping it into a thousand little pieces.
So from now on, when I take care of his sister I'll have to just drag them both up the stairs. Maybe I'll lose a little weight with all this exercise.
Well, needless to say we were late for the meeting and I didn't finish cleaning everything up yet. His cars are still stewing in an ocean of (soon to be) rusted metal and peeling paper labels. Good times.
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