Sunday, February 21, 2010

More pictures

Shane was tickling Paxton's chubby thighs....
The snow pile in the backyard just keeps getting bigger!
Carson enjoying his Valentine's Day treat. He didn't get anywhere close to eating the whole thing!



Paxton is loving his tummy time.




Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Proud Moment

This is no lie...Neither Shane or I were in the living room at the start of the Super Bowl Sunday. Shane was down stairs on the trend mill and I happened to walk into the living room to find Carson with his hand over his heart as the National Anthem was being played. I quickly grab the camera and snapped a picture. One, because I didn't think Shane would believe me and two, because I was so proud! Never have we discussed this subject with Carson (not that I can remember anyway). As you all know, Carson has been to several sporting events. So if you don't think that your kids watch what you do..think again...they are watching everything, all the time!

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Friday, February 5, 2010

Paxton 5 months old!

"I'm Paxton and my mom can't do a thing with my hair!"
Yes, it's true it stands straight up.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

To Bed Early!!

I had to do something last night that I do not normally do...I had to send Carson to bed early! I know what you are all thinking... Marci disciplined!! Yes, Carson was sent upstairs sobbing and mad at me at 7:30pm. It all started on the way home from daycare when he was whining about the pizza that I threw away over 2 weeks ago. After we got home he was upset about one thing after another. Nothing was right. I asked him to put his PJ's and to put his dirty clothes in the hamper. He complained about having to pick up after himself. And then he said it....
"you irritate me!"
"OK, Carson go up to bed! Now!"
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!"
"Too late Carson... go to bed."
He started making his way up the steps sobbing "you are not accepting my apology!"
Carson carried on for awhile upstairs.

I remember one time when Carson was around 3 or so he called me a "poopy head" and I was devastated. Now he's 5 and I irritate him. What will it be when he's 16?