Eight
Today is Carter's eighth birthday. Eight whole years. I'm not going to lie. Carter has been a handful most of his eight years. But I love him.
Carter has been an instigator. He has made messes (i.e., smearing feces all over himself, numerous times -- the old tiff file won't upload). He has gotten into a lot of trouble. I have wanted to send him back many, many times. But ... he's mine and I truly adore him.
He is sweet and sensitive. He is smart. He is funny. He is silly. He has his own style of clothing and decorating. He loves all boy things. He is helpful. He is observant.
I love you, Carter, and I'm so happy that you're here. I wish you many, many more happy birthdays.
(Carter requested the red and blue crown -- his two favorite colors. It is reversible, too. Blue with red sides.)
Comments
(good thing we live so far apart. he and griffin could get into a world of trouble together.)
(you seem to have a lot of winter birthdays at your house!)
lol @ his own style of clothes. I remember well the boots he wore every day at preschool.
Love the crown. :)
Our Pirate party was a HOOT!!!! I will try and load the pictures on my site in an album thing to the side... hilarious!!!!!