Original 3/21/10
Incase you thought I forgot about my first born son, I didn't. He just doesn't like me taking pictures of him these days. But, when I DO force some pictures out of him, this is what I get. One decent shot out of the bunch-but I DO love all his faces-they are all so classic Carson.

Stuff Carson has been in to lately:
-anything art related: color, paint, cut, glue. His papa would be proud of the way he holds his pens. (I know the pictures aren't the best)
-playing outside with chalk ("chalks")
-going to the park and "pumping" on the swing
-play pretend
-improving his vocabulary
-and of course-help me cook, clean, or as of late-do the laundry
A few recent "carsonisms":
I’m going to do x “soon”. J Are you going to finish your yogurt? Or dinner? “soon” he will say.
The other day we were making pancakes and he said, “We made pancakes when Grammy came to my house. Yea.. that make-a-me so happy when grammy came to my new house.”
We were walking outside today and he saw a little puppy and said, “I like the little doggies mom.” I told him that we used to have a little doggy and asked if he remembered him. He said “Yea, Chaco. He ate grammy’s house.” Then did a biting sound. When we lived with Grammy she had showed Carson where Chaco chewed on her wood trim on the stair landing. At least he remembers those things rather than him being bit. Today (3/9) is the 1 year anniversary of Chaco’s death L
Fingernails are “nail tuts”.
Playing with chalk is “we played chalks”.
“What’s dat soundlike?” instead of what is that sound?
He turns everything into either cooking or a train track. He’ll shower with us and has to bring his bowls in to cook because the drain looks like a stove element. Our blinds have holes running up them for the strings and he’ll call them train tracks. Or he makes tracks in the carpet.
A week or so ago he was taking a bath and “cooking stuff” when he said “dat prolby done?” I said sure. Then he thinks for a minute and goes “um.. na… quite done.” Then he’s playing for a minute and goes… “nope.. perrrfect!”
Sitting on the coach after a nap looking out the window he turns to me with huge eyes and says “I dust saw a HUGE bumble bee out in mine doorden! It’s eating all my flowers!”
Lately he has been pretending that he is going to college like a Steve does on Blue's Clues. He'll ride on his little tykes truck and can't remember the word college so he asks me "mom, where I doeing to?"
Hicksups (hiccups)
Hockdogs (hotdogs)
Chepup (ketchup)
Polks-a-docks (polk-a-dots)
He sure is fun!