Why am I so blessed?

Friday morning, I found Carter making his bed. It seriously cannot get any better than this! He is such a good boy! I did not even ask him to do it!!

Rub-a-dub-dub... is that a naked Carter in the... sink?

We only have a shower at our house and not a bathtub. Carter use to enjoy showers but has recently decided that he detests them. So, this is the alternative- Which he loves.





At a recent stay and Aunt Andrea's & Uncle Jayson's, Carter upgraded. He loved the freedom he felt with all that space.



Notice the visitor in the corner.

Wicked

Last night I ran for the first time in... I don't know, 5 years! Boy, was that wicked.

Pee Diaries - Part 2

I have decided that I will not declare when I believe Carter is potty-trained because it has always backfired on me! Even when he is 19 years old, I still will not actually say he is potty-trained.

Here's the story:

So, Carter spent the night at his dad's on Friday night- so obviously, I had no potty problems. Then comes Saturday.

Amee, Ashley, Carter and I took a little trip to Ikea. Amee and Ashley thought it would be a great idea to leave Carter in the little play place; I hesitantly agreed. We left and Ikea provided me with a buzzer (like the device you get at restaurants when waiting to get a table) and informed me, should there be any problems, they would notify me by buzzing the buzzer. As we walked away, part of me just knew that that buzzer would go off during our Ikea trip. About thirty-five minutes into our delightful shopping experience, Amee says, "Uh-oh. Carly, your buzzer is going off." Five seconds later, on the loud-speaker, I hear, "Carly Warburton, please report to the playland immediately". So I try to make my way through the maze that is Ikea, and I finally make it to the children's center. I let the staff know that I was Carter Warburton's mother. They said, "You are going to need to come back here". They let me in and told me I could find Carter in the bathroom. I go in and find (not surprised really) that Carter had peed his pants. I am assuming he thought he would be helpful (or maybe he was just trying to cover his error from Mom) so he had taken his underwear off and had rinsed them out in the sink and the entire bathroom floor was covered in water. Carter was standing with his lower-half naked with the cutest look on his face. How could I be angry? So, I began to mop up the mess. It took me a good 15 minutes to get the floor cleaned up. I had to use the papertowels that are automatically dispensed with a motion detection sensor. Do keep in mind, that this was Ikea which happens to be an incredibly eco-friendly store. You can bet that when it came to papertowels, there was no excess of it to waste. It went like this: Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel; Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel; Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel... so on and so on. As you can imagine, I was irritated. We checked out with a 3-year old soaked in water and pee. We made it to the car, where I did an impromptu redress (luckily I had a couple changes of clothing with me - you learn these things quickly when you become a mother) and we were on our way to our next destination- Gardner Village. Luckily, all went well there. We made our way down to Syracuse where Carter and I would be staying the night at Andrea and Jayson's home. We had a lovely dinner (thanks Andrea, the hostess with the mostess) and talked when suddenly, Carter ran to the bathroom where I found him in soaked pants and underwear. Not again! Threw him the tub (I didn't really throw him- it's just a figure of speech!), bathed him, got him dressed in his pajamas and ready for bed. We had an uneventful overnight. Fast forward to this morning; Carter pooped his pants right after I had taken his pull-up off and put his underwear on. This was right after Emerson (Andrea and Jayson's really cute cat) had barfed right by my face as I was sleeping.

I seriously cannot handle dealing with any more bodily functions; child or feline.

Rock on Dude!

The other day I was cleaning and I came out to the kitchen and found Carter like this:


He was playing the air guitar and saying "Rock on dude!"

Amazing.

I feel left out...

I have noticed that every blog I have seen has received comments on their posts or pictures. I have not had any! It came to my attention (Thanks Darcie) that for some reason, my blog was not allowing comments to be posted. So, I have changed the settings on my blog and I think I can now receive comments!

Please leave a little note (If you'd like) to boost my spirits!

Inclement Weather

Ok, so even though I am ticked about the snow, I felt like I needed to write a little more than I did in the previous post.

Today, I was suppose to play tennis. And tonight I was going to run. My mom, Andrea and I are going to start training for a 10k (I really don't even know how far that is, but at this stage in my life, it sounds really exhausting). I am anxious to begin but even as I type this post, I glance out the window to see the snow keep coming down. It really is quite depressing. I need the sun, warmth and long days to be happy.

Is this some kind of a joke?

Why is is snowing right now?

It's been a while... Update

Well, what can I say? Life has got the best of me and I have not been diligent in my blogging (although I have done much better than Andrea and Amee - really guys, why don't you get it together?).

The latest and greatest...

I have started working full-time which seems to be going quite well. Of course, I'd much rather be home riding bikes, playing soccer and basking in the sun with Carter. Oh, wait, it's been like 30 degrees outside so it's not like I could've done those things even if I wanted to.

Carter is finally going pee and poop (apologies to the faint at heart)completely on his own. He doesn't even need reminders. This is extremely exciting.

That's it. This is our life!