Little Cousin

Notice the hole in Lucy's mouth!

4 Month Old Smarty Pants

Friday Carter turned 4 months old. He is so much fun right now. He has just discovered his feet and is on the cusp of rolling from his back to his stomach. Friday he had his 4 month well check and round of shots.

Stats:
Head 42.2cm (50%)
Height 25 1/4" (50-75%)
Weight 14.0 (25-50%)

He got the clean bill of health and doctor said he is super smart. She could tell just by looking at him. I tend to agree with her. The shots went well. He tolerated the first two by barely even noticing them. He was horrified with the last two. Once he calmed down every time he saw that mean ol' nurse he would cry again. I am just glad he knew she did that to him and not me!

Today we leave for El Paso. Carter is so excited, he woke up at 4:00 am for the first time in over a month! This will be Carter's first plane ride. I am a little nervous doing it alone (Adam is staying home, we will really miss him!)but I am sure he will do great. Look for lots of pictures when we get back!

Oh Bee-HIVE

Today was the craziest day. Carter and I were on our way to the grocery store when I went into the garage to find a bunch of bees sitting on my car. WTF? I came running back inside assuming a beehive was in our garage. Turns out, the bees were trapped in the garage from the crazy colony that was forming outside our front door! First I saw about 10 bees buzzing around, then about 50, then holy crap....HUNDREDS! I called every pest control person I could get a hold of. Either they didn't do bees or they couldn't come until next week. PEOPLE, bees are taking over my house! You need to come out now! Luckily, Kinser's Beekeepers to the rescue! A man in a shining bee hat came and sent those suckers to bee-hive heaven. He told me there was at least 5,000 bees. Turns out they were trying to buld a honey comb in a hollowed out colomn outside our front door. No more bees and I am no longer trapped inside the house. Guess that means I have no excuse to skip the store tonight. Damn.

In case you think I am overreacting...check out this video

Big Foot

An 8. SOMETIMES an 8.5. This is my shoe size. It has been my shoe size since middle school. Sometimes, if it's the right kind of shoe, I can even squeeze it into one of Kate's shoes. This week I decided to treat myself to a new pair of summer sandals. Super cute gladiator-esq ones that Adam hates and I kind of love. I tried on an 8..didn't fit. 8.5, also not quite right. I cringed and reached for the 9's. Yup, there they are. They fit like a glove. I have heard that pregnancy makes your feet grow but I didn't really believe it until this week. I have been living in denial in my old flip flops for over 3 months. At least this means I get to buy all new shoes!!!

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who is the Fairest Baby of All?

Carter of course! In his opinion at least. For some reason, every Wednesday night (for the past two Wednesdays) he goes to bed and wakes up an hour later screaming bloody murder. I try nursing him, rocking him, changing his diaper, walking around. The only thing that stops him in mid-wail is going into the bathroom and looking at himself. He takes one glance and it's as if all of his troubles are gone and he can't stop smiling. Where does this vanity come from? I wonder if I can strap a mirror to his crib so he can always be this happy.