We arrived Friday afternoon, Carson sporting a nice bruise under his nose from tripping and falling with his pacifier in place. (Another reason that the "pa" now must stay in the crib. Every morning, I say, "Carson, the pa stays in the crib, can you take it out?" And every morning he vigorously shakes his head "NO." I offer to help him, and then he willingly opens his mouth so I can take it out and leave it in the crib. Cute.)
We had an absolutely wonderful time visiting with Rick's mother, and his aunts and uncles who are also in Crossville. Carson, as usual, didn't give anyone except his mother the time of day. He was usually found in my arms, where there is really not much room these days. He sort of perches right on my belly, sometimes causing some contractions.