Busy Timmy.

This is Busy Timmy. The story starts out, "Timmy is a big boy. He can put on his outdoor clothes all by himself."

Carson is not himself these days. He is usually a bunny, sometimes a baby, occasionally a turtle, and frequently he refers to himself as Busy Timmy. It all started one day when Carson was riding his rocking horse, and you could almost see the light bulb going off in his head, "Hey! Busy Timmy rides his rocking horse in that one book! I'm riding a rocking horse. I am Busy Timmy!!"

Life as a full time mother has become much more entertaining since Carson started talking, like yesterday when he wanted to help take out the trash and the "motor-cycling." And then when we were putting the trash on the curb, a big truck went by, which was obviously thrilling to Carson. He put his little hand over his heart and said, "Tank oo very much, truck!" It is just so fun to hear what comes out of that little mouth!!

friends!

It's no fun to play alone all day...



...and even just one playmate isn't enough sometimes.



So, yesterday we had about a million friends over!
First, it was the little girls: Ellie, Abby, and Gracie.
(excuse Everett; he was in the middle of a diaper change.)



Carson showed off his manly skills of throwing himself all over his crib, making the girls giggle and giggle. At one point, all three girls were standing at the crib like this, smiling and laughing. Hopefully he figures out some more graceful ways to impress the ladies as he gets older.



And then, in the afternoon, sweet Raegan came to play!


She kindly shared her jacket and umbrella with a slightly confused Everett.


And, after trying to hold hands with the little girls all morning, Carson finally found a friend who agreed to do so! And she played ring-around-the-rosie! Carson was in heaven.


"We all fall down!!"




We loooove having friends over... yesterday went by so fast for me and was a great day for the boys.

Anyone else want to come play?

He sits!

For a few minutes, at least...

I'm not pushing this, I swear.

He went to the closet, he took out the potty, he asked me to take off his diaper, and he produced quite the stream.

I did reward with a chocolate chip.

Is that what I'm supposed to do? I obviously have no idea. I'd better go do some reading...

two boys.

Everett and I nearly always go in together to greet Carson after his nap. Everett laughs and laughs, watching Carson run around his crib and dive into his blankets. Then, Carson always pulls Everett in with him. He lies down next to little brother and chants, "two boys!! Two boys!!"




This is one of my favorite moments of the day. (The other being the magical 2:00 p.m., right now, when suddenly both boys are asleep, the washer is humming, and it's beautifully peaceful.)

Carson certainly has his moments (like last night when he just couldn't resist sinking his teeth into Everett's skin, leaving HUGE bite marks and a screaming little brother), but he really does adore baby Ev.

As I looked through our pictures this afternoon (with a million things to blog about), I was surprised at how many pictures there are of the boys together:



"This little piggy went to market..."



Hanging out on the couch in their cute new diapers.



Carson constantly asks to "take Effy!! Carry Effy!!"



Just another illegal use of the Bumbo chair. Carson thinks it's hilarious that Everett can now come in the bath with him.



Carson tells Everett about his favorite books.



Everett is unbelievably patient with Carson's clumsy hugs and grabs.



I do love these two boys!

(I've always denied that Everett has my blue eyes... they were dark when he was born... but this picture is making me think otherwise!!)