A face only a mother could love...

This week Carson said "sayonara" to his nap. Good bye nap. It was nice knowing you. Around 7 o'clock at night, we get a lot of faces like this one.

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Buddies

Carson enjoying an Eskimo kiss with Baba.

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Our Carson at 3 1/2

Carson, you are 3 1/2 now.

I wouldn't be surprised if you pulled up to the computer one day

and read this whole darn blog yourself.

Your smarts and memory are beyond your years. It's almost a little scary at times.

You love being a "Lion" in school and you got rave reviews from your teachers at your recent parent conferences. You can already write your name and you can read several words by sight.

You are a leader according to your teachers. They said that you might be a politician someday.

(Maybe like Daddy was the Mayor of Iowa City for several years.)

You love meeting new friends. When you meet someone on the playground,

you say "What's your name? How old are you?"

You love to talk about anything and everything.

You study life like a scientist. Nothing gets by you.

Samantha is your best friend even though according to you she is "just a baby"....

And you are "a big boy".

We love you, special boy.

If we put together all the neon in our great city,

your future would shine even brighter.

Our Sam turns 2...

It's been a long time since I've blogged about our family happenings.

I thought I would start with the fact that our special Sam turned "2" on 11/3/11.

I want to make sure I write down some of these things so that she can look back when she's older.

So, older Sam, let me tell you a little bit about two-year-old Sam...

You are spunky and bright with a constant glimmer in your eye.

You are extremely coordinated in your movements.

You love "Ghost Bunny" and the iPad. You are so good at puzzles, it's scary.

We have conversations that I didn't think we would be having for years to come.

Your vocabulary is very sophisticated for such a little girl.

You ask for Daddy immediately every morning, and if I can't deliver him, then it's "Where's Carsy?"

You are Daddy's girl and brother's veryclose follower.

Everything he does, you do. And quite well I might add.

You love stuffed animals, reading "your magazine", and climbing.

You are fearless.

You stuck play-doh up your nose on your second birthday, making me run you to the pediatrician and the ENT, all in one morning before work.

It was like you were making a statement...

saying "Don't blink, Mom....you might miss something big!"

You are destined for greatness, my Sam.

We are proud of you in every way.