Conflicted

Avery is sad his Mavs lost last night and are therefore out of the playoffs. And, consequently, he's out of a job.

He was so sure they were going to pull this off, he bought himself a new tie.

The ref didn't like the tie and ordered Avery into a more appropriate purple for the somber occasion. The ref said if his wishes weren't followed, he was going to squish Avery's head.

I'll miss you, Avery. And your squished little head.

Go Stars!

Kylie's party

Will and Colton destroy the playroom

Will took over Kylie's new car and I vow to get him one. In pink.

Kylie's surprised at her unbelievably good haul this year.
Grandma and Will playing peekaboo.

Another day at the zoo

Kylie turned one on April 6th and her party was the following Saturday. Some cousins and their families came in for the occasion and we took them to the zoo.

Below, MIL Janice, SIL Kristy and the kids wondering what the hell is going on.
Will and Kylie are trying to broker some sort of deal, with Cousin Madilyn acting as arbitrator.

Random shots

Due to popular demand, I'll post a few shots of Will's zoo trip with Abba and Poppa. Sorry about that first one.

Updates

Will is officially my child, in case you were wondering. Yesterday, he managed to lock himself in the bathroom.

When I got home from work , Tiny was very clingy with me. I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom without him, so he came with me as I did my bidness. After I explained what I was doing as I was doing it--sort of like being my own color commentator of urination--I closed the lid, washed my hands and turned around to get Will to follow me out of the bathroom. He thought it would be cute to push me out of the room and shut the door.

And somehow manage to turn the lock.

Being the bad parent I am, I start laughing. Then I start going mentally going through the cabinets to figure out what poisonous/hazardous things are in there for Will to eat. Thankfully, since I don't clean often enough for the bathroom to have its own set of cleaning products, there's nothing in there for Will to consume. Although there is $20 worth of toilet paper that he could destroy pretty easily.

Playtime with Kylie

A couple more recent shots, this time with Kylie.

Will & Kylie practicing chopsticks.

More fun from Easter. I think Kylie's drowning? Or Will is planning some sort of attack. You can never tell.

Also, we were bathtub poop-free last night. Of course, bathtime only lasted 7 minutes. I had a very unhappy little boy.

Easter weekend

This was a busy weekend for the Carter Clan. Friday night we went to Grandma and Poppy’s because the Religious Godparents were in town. Will and Jovie ate brownies.

Will enjoyed them.

Saturday was Jovie’s birthday party (she turned 2[!] on Sunday) so, being my child, Will of course went into the playroom and entertained himself.

Actually, this isn’t 100% true. Jenny & Justin got Jovie one of those huge playsets for the backyard and Will had a helluva time on the swingset and slide. Jenny was also incredibly smart and had blown up balloons for the kids to play around with, which were a big hit with Will. Until he squeezed them too hard and they popped in his face. Anyway, he ran around the backyard with the ball and balloons and screaming and just generally being his cute self. At one point I called to him and he ran right past me; upon noticing that he had no interest in me, one of the party-going mothers looked at Will and said “He’s so precious! Do you know who he belongs to?”

Anyway, then we had the actual Easter Sunday. We went to Grandma and Poppy’s church since they had a more convenient mass schedule, and Poppy and The Greats’ saved us seats in the second row. Will was a very good boy and loved watching Grandma playing her flute for the choir (that’s not a euphemism). He also applauded after each song, which the choir appreciated. I think he got excited during Communion because he proceeded to give high fives to everyone walking back to their pews. “Body of Christ! All right! Risen from the dead! Give it up!”

Then we went to Kristy and Jon’s for lunch and the Easter egg hunt. While the kids napped, we busied ourselves with watching the Mavs lose and Shaun of the Dead. Nothing says Easter like a zombie movie (sidenote: I really don't know why there hasn't been a zombie movie about Jesus yet. It's fitting).

Please notice the tie.
And the socks.

Shortly after that picture was taken, Will was catapulted into the neighbor's backyard.

And Will got his Easter basket. It was filled with things that look like balls, hence the soccer ball whistle.

Then, we filled up on chocolate and Grandma.


I never noticed how perfectly Grandma coordinated with Kylie's highchair.

BRAINS!