GENIUS I tell you!

Guess who woke up this morning and could count to 10? That's right---me!

Will's teacher (and parents) have been working pretty diligently on the whole counting thing and he could always get started (1, 2...) and then would hit somewhere in the middle (7, 8...) and then nail the landing (10! complete with clapping). This morning, he hit everything in between, with little to no help from Mommy. Helluva way to start the morning.

And yes, we're Mommy and Daddy now. Love.

Carousel

Daddy, why am I strapped to a bird?

Also, has anyone seen the promos for the new season of Psych? I don't watch the show, but man, the "Ebony & Ivory" promo makes me giggle every time I see it.

Team Diversity

Suck it
My new fantasy SYTYCD team. I didn't realize I could change week to week, otherwise I'd have gotten rid of Kourtni-with-a-K long ago.

Also, I just found the camera again, so I'll be posting some pictures of Will and his first date after he goes to bed. He likes to "help" me type so this has to be relatively short.

I wuf ew too

I realize that title is a little "I can has cheezburger", but it's fitting.

On Saturday evening, June 28th, David William Carter told me he loves me. Yes, it was prompted in the manner of "God, Will, you're so flipping cute. I love you so much."

His response: I wuf ew (he nodded his head and gave his cute little smile while saying it).

Yes, I teared up. Yes, Jason got a bit jealous. To my knowledge, Will has yet to tell Daddy he loves him. Heh. It's only fair.

Poops--he did it again...

Jason, I love you. Please don't hate me for telling this.

Last night my darling husband retreated into the bedroom to watch baseball and fall asleep. Before getting into bed, though, he follows a night-time routine of a good poop while catching up on sports scores. Many people do this with the help of a newspaper, but not my husband. Not while he's got his cell phone right in his pocket.

Jason's got a bit of a lactose-intolerance and I had heated up a Stouffer's dinner that Will loves and Jason doesn't mind. Unfortunately, last night, his stomach minded.

Greatly.

So Jason "finished up" and placed his cell phone in the crotch of his pants which were around his ankles. After wiping properly, he stood and pulled his pants up.

Forgetting one critical item.

He heard a secondary sploosh that shouldn't have been there. He turned around.

There it was. His cell phone. His beloved 'Chocolate' swimming in a sea of what at this point can only be considered Hershey's.

I'm going to end the story here. It doesn't, but I'm going to end it here.

Just in the future, don't ever ask to borrow Jason's phone. Seriously. EVER.

To my dad

I love you. Thanks for being a great dad and a wonderful papa.

Father's Day 2008

Father's Day 2008 started off with a bang when Will didn't wake up until 9:30; he obviously loves his daddy much more than me. Eventually, we headed over to Carter's for an evening of fun and lots and lots of really good food.

Three generations of Carter men
Will is either a) debating on jumping; or b) wondering if he can pee on Daddy's head.

After swimming, we went down the hill to the Greats' for dinner. The Lagaly's found this fantastic little car at a garage sale in their neighborhood; it's awesome for lots of reasons:

1. Roomy enough for two passengers
2. Car phone
3. Sunroof
4. It's a Woody!

Will drives Kylie around. I think Kylie's baby should be in a carseat, but I was outvoted.
Huh, turns out Kylie should have been in the carseat; we lost her somewhere along the path, but luckily the disembodied hand caught the baby. Whew!
Having found Kylie, Will decided it would be best for her to ride in the front seat and he'll just push.

Happy Father's Day to Dad, Jason, Matt and all of our other daddy-friends!