Jet Obsessed

Carson is totally obsessed with our dog, Jet. Everything Jet does is hilarious and everywhere Jet goes is the place to be. If Jet goes to the door... Carson goes to the door. If Jet is drinking water... well, Carson tries to drink water too. I only wish he hadn't spilled the entire bowl of water all over him in the process.

Carson is also obsessed with dog toys, and best of all, the kennel! This probably sounds terrible, but whenever Carson gets fussy, I'll take him to our room and set him in front of the dog kennel... endless enjoyment!

Ooooooh.....



Ahhhhhh....



If I could just get in here...





I give up, where's Jet?



Oh, Jet, your tail is the best. thing. ever.



No more pictures, please Mom. I'm busy eating this dog's tail.



Alright, just one more, if you must.

iPhone Pictures

Yes... I'm just as obsessed with my iPhone as my husband is. I finally admit it. Moving on...

Today I had Sean help me remove the thousands of pictures I've taken on my iPhone (literally thousands. And yes, I need his help. I'm obsessed with my phone, but I have no real tech knowledge.) and I have just vowed to myself the following:

I will take more pictures on our actual camera and not so many on my phone. The picture quality is terrible. My son is much cuter when not fuzzy and blurry.


But, I do feel the need to share a few of my iPhone favorites... fuzzy and blurry as they may be...


How could this not be one of my favorites? Only minutes after this precious angel entered my life. I tear up each and every time I look at it. Life is amazing, isn't it?




Funny little guy... was he ever really this small?



Love his smile in this one... it was one of his first real "he knows he's smiling at me" smiles.



Precious sleeping face.



Man how I wish he still loved this toy... he would jump his little hiney off! Those days are gone!



Love watching him play.



Oh, man, those bananas were nasty!



Sweet, sleepy baby.



It used it crack me up to watch him take every single toy out of the basket. Used to.



Best Friends. LOVE!



Shopping. I love this picture! I love shopping with him too... he's such a good sport! I'm sure that won't last forever, so I guess I should do as much shopping as possible right away!



He's such a little stinker! His ability to get around is getting ridiculous! He's ALL over the place! I pretty much get nothing done while he's awake.



This pumpkin suit was not going to stop him!




Blurry, but fun little pictures, right? There are about a thousand more.

First Spaghetti

Last Tuesday, at Carson's nine month check-up, I was made to feel like a terrible mother because I wasn't feeding my baby mostly table food. (Not really. Dr. Pielop is awesome, but he did tell me to lay off the baby food and bottles and feed this boy the real deal.) So, I've been diligently feeding Carson exactly what we've been eating... plus a few extra fruits and veggies (like most mothers, I feed Carson much better than I feed myself).

Tonight I served my men spaghetti and turkey meatballs... and they both loved it.








It was absolutely adorable watching him completely cover himself in spaghetti sauce. It almost made me forget that he screamed the entire time I was cooking. I guess he's training us to eat earlier than we used to. (BTW- at Carson's nine month appointment, I asked Dr. Pielop about why Carson is all of a sudden way fussier than he used to be... his answer... "Their personalities start showing around nine months." Great! My kid's personality is awesome!)

I was impressed that he ate all the onions and garlic... I wonder when kids start deciding they hate things? A battle for another day, I guess. Thank God they don't all come at once!

Before his bath we let his spaghetti-lusty dog have a go...






I just posted pictures of my dog eating spaghetti off my baby. Someone nominate me for mother of the year.

Mission: Fit into Dress continued

Day 3

Weight- 133.6 lbs. No kidding!! I lost over 2 pounds!

Breakfast- a HUGE omelet with veggies and cheese, quickly devoured and then washed down with some coffee that would have been so much better with some sugar in it.

Lunch- Leftover grilled pork and veggies.

Snack- trail mix!! Yea for chocolate chips!

Dinner- Roast chicken, carrots, and Brussels sprouts. It actually turned out perfectly and was pretty darn good.

Celebrations- I guess this is working... in a way. I am losing weight. I feel thinner to be sure. Not nearly as bloated. I didn't have to suck in at all today.


and right on to Day 4

Weight- 132.4 I am not making this up. Dead serious here. I have lost 4 pounds in 4 days.

Breakfast- eggs. AGAIN. I am so stinking sick of eggs. What other low-carb breakfast options are there? I can't keep eating eggs everyday. BORING.

Snack- a couple spoonfuls of almond butter with some dark chocolate chips. YUM.

Lunch- a hell of a lot of chicken salad. Double YUM.

Dinner- grilled shrimp and veggies, by Sean. Very, very good. And I just couldn't help myself- a glass of red wine. It's supposed to be good for you, right?

Celebrations- this good-for-me food is actually staring to taste good. This is not my first ride on the hippy-dippy eating train... I've just been off track for a while now, so getting back on has been HARD. This is a good sign! I am no longer sugar's bitch.


Well... I tried on my dresses today. I got into them, but it wasn't pretty. I think they will look better once I've lost a few more. But, the good news is I do have a couple other dresses that will work and they both look even better now that I'm not sucking in a fat gut the entire time. This is starting to seem less tortuous and more like just being a responsible adult. Plus, I like myself so much better when I don't hate how I look.

Mission: Fit into Dress continued...

Day 2 (Or, more appropriately, HELL.)

Weight- 136.0 lb. Are you KIDDING me? I've tortured myself for a day and all I lose is 0.4 of a pound!!! Total BS.

Breakfast- scrambled eggs and a tomato sliced. Oh, and some coffee. With cream, but no sugar.

Lunch- Chicken salad salad with avocado and tomato.

Snack- trail mix (admittedly, with chocolate chips in it. It was HEAVEN.)

Dinner- pork tenderloin and grilled asparagus, peppers, and onions.

Celebrations- I didn't punch anyone in the face today.


THIS SUCKS!!!!! I know I need to be an adult and have some self discipline and not whine like a baby (OMG, baby whining was intollerable) but I absolutely could not control myself today. I feel like poo! I am DIZZY and have a headache and I'm so irritable that anyone in my path is liable to be physically assulted. I feel so flipping angry that I'm NOT eating a cupcake right NOW! I honestly lusted over Carson's banana/pineapple/orange blend baby food (it smells so good) and his teething biscuit (it's the closest thing to a cookie I've seen today). I think I'm seriously going through SUGAR WITHDRAWL. I hate it. I hate it so much.

Here's to hoping Day 3 will be better... because I'm not quitting! In the name of science, I must know if crash low-carb dieting will get me back into this dress by Saturday night!

Mission: Fit into Dress

Sean is in a wedding this coming weekend, and that means I've got a rehearsal dinner and a wedding to dress for. About a month ago this wouldn't have been a problem at all and I actually would be looking forward to it, but now... no so much. I have gained at least 5 pounds in the last few weeks, maybe even close to 10. (It SO sucks to type that.) I have two beautiful dresses that I love and really want to wear, but at this point, I do not fit in them. Period. (I also don't seem to fit into a lot of my clothes, and rather than wear my maternity clothes again, I need to harden up and lose a few pounds. Sigh.)

So, my goal in the next 5 days is to lose just enough weight so as to squeeze into my dresses this weekend and not have to spend money on two new outfits. Is it impossible? Instead of just giving up and going shopping for something that actually fits me, I figure I can survive anything for 5 days so I'm going to be extremely serious about this and see if I can actually lose enough weight. If not, I'll head my happy, fat self over to Target and try to find something on the cheap. So let the experiment begin... and let me be clear right now: some people might be annoyed to hear me talking about losing weight since I'm technically not overweight but I don't care. If you have any comments about why "you would love to be my size" or "stop complaining you skinny bitch" please keep them to yourselves. This is an experiment people, and I'm simply documenting it here. I think the internet world has a right to know if I can actually accomplish this, or if it truly is impossible. Here goes nothing.

Day 1

Weight- 136.4 lb. Terrible. Horrible. Am HUGE cow who can only wear one pair of jeans in closet. Have to do something. Now.

Breakfast- scrambled eggs, avocado, and salsa... and a little cheese. Not bad, but not a doughnut.

Lunch- leftover hamburger from yesterday's football grill-out, guacamole and salsa. Yes- two meals with avocado and salsa, but right now options are limited until trip to grocery store. Oh, and a Lara Bar.

I haven't made it to dinner yet... will update later.

Goal: No grains, no sugar (follow Sean's caveman diet- www.marksdailyapple.com). Go on walk with hubby and baby. Do some sort of exercising with weights... I'm not a cardio-a-holic and I will not be aiming to run five miles, people, even if I am signed up to run a half-marathon in January (I know I'm ridiculous, let's just save that for another post).

Celebrations: Threw away tons of left-over buttercream icing and did not eat any of it. Super hard. Had to put it directly into trash can, cover it with other trash, and promptly take it out to the curb. Feel like this must be what a crack addict goes through when they stop smoking crack. Maybe on a slightly lesser scale.

Feeling motivated by the wedding cake I will be awarding myself if I actually do make it until Saturday.

Guilt Trip to HEB

Today was a pretty busy day. Carson and I went grocery shopping and that always wears us out. There's nothing quite like pushing around a heavy cart and carrying a 20 pound baby who's "talking," kicking, and trying to grab everything he can reach.

So tonight, all I wanted to do was veg out on the couch and watch trash TV but I decided to tackle one of the items on my list of ways to be a good wife and mother... I would cook a healthy dinner. Sean wasn't feeling very good so he didn't have a lot of patience for Carson's evening fussies. At one point I found myself chopping veggies while pots were sizzling on the stove, making lunches for tomorrow at the same time as I was shoving banana flavored puffs into my child's mouth to keep him happy (he hasn't quite figured out how to do this for himself... that will be a glorious day). After Sean and I took turns eating and holding Carson, I started to clean the kitchen. When bedtime came, I took Carson from Sean, nursed him and put him to bed, then picked right back up with the laundry, sweeping the floor, picking up baby toys, and sorting the mail. I accomplished nearly everything I had on my list today, and yet I just can't ignore this nagging voice in the back of my head that's saying I didn't do enough.

I'm not so worried about all the housework I could have fit in during Carson's nap time if I hadn't desperately needed a nap myself after our grocery store trip. I feel really, really worried that I didn't show Carson enough love today. I was so busy... does he feel neglected? Does he feel loved? Is he happy? How do I know for sure? Maybe I'm doing a terrible job at helping him grow and learn. I mean, there are probably babies out there who are speaking fluent sign language at Carson's age, and according to many TV infomercials he should be able to read any day now. What if his evening fussies are a sign that he's depressed? Can babies be depressed? What if I am finding things to worry about when there's nothing to worry about? What if I should be worried about something and I don't know what it is... yet?

I felt a sudden urge to search the Internet for all the things a good mother should be doing with her 7 month old... but I'm way too scared of how inadequate that will make me feel. I already feel guilty enough!

Is this just what it means to be a mom? Constant guilt? Guilt for what you do, and guilt for what you don't? Does anyone ever feel like they're a good enough mom?

I hope and pray that Carson feels even a fraction of how much I love him... and I pray that it's enough.

New top item on my list of ways to be a good wife and mother: love my baby and love my husband as much as I can every day. You know what? I think that's the only thing on the list. Does this mean I can stop cooking dinner and doing laundry?

Lessons Learned

I recently had a friend ask me what I have learned over the last seven months as a new mother. (That's right- you totally inspired this post, Stephanie.) I have to admit, when I first read her email I had no idea what I had learned. It was like a huge brain fart. I thought, you know, I must have learned some huge life lessons the last few months... but what were they? So I've thought about this for a few days, and I think I'm finally ready to answer that email...


1. I don't know shit.

Nice language for a mother, I know. Hey, Carson doesn't read yet... he's still peeing his pants so I think I have a while before I need to clean up my potty-blog mouth. But seriously, I have pretty much lost all judgement for how others parent. (Almost all- you know there's some stuff that's just plain crossing all lines and I'm not talking about that stuff.) Your five year old still uses a paci? No problem. You want to potty train at 3 months old? Go for it. You wear your baby around in a sling all day to promote healthy parent-child attachment? Sounds great. Homeschooling all 23 of your kids? Awesome. Basically, Sean said it best when I overheard him telling a friend the other day... "Dude. JoDee and I have learned that it's easier than you think to become one of those parents that end up on the news. We're not going to be one of them, but we see how that shit happens." Being a parent is hard. There are no right or wrong answers and you're constantly trying to figure things out. I find myself going by my gut feeling a lot. That's pretty scary.


2. Nothing is more important than your child.

The other day I was stressing about this long list of things I needed to do, and Carson was sooo fussy. ("Is he teething?" asks EVERYONE, EVERYTIME he cries out, or puts anything in his mouth. Ummmm, I have no idea... do YOU see teeth in his mouth? No? OK, then your guess is as good as mine.) I was finding myself getting angry with my tiny seven month old son, which I knew was ridiculous, when I looked outside and saw a cardinal. Everytime I see a cardinal I think about my grandmother who was an amazing mother to five biological children and five foster children... and I knew I needed to drop everything and just be with Carson. What's more important than him? Nothing. I have definitely learned that you never, ever know what the day is going to be like, or how your baby is going to act in any sitation. You just have to roll with things and realize that the only thing that matters is that precious little baby and everything else can wait.


3. Mother Nature is a Bitch.

All of a sudden, every woman will catch a crazy, overwhelming, nagging at the back of her brain baby bug that just won't shut up. Everything is telling you to get pregnant. It seems like everyone in the world is pregnant except you. There are babies everywhere you go and they're all SO CUTE!!! All you can think about is being a mother and all the FUN you're missing out on. And then, all of a sudden, it happens. You're actually pregnant. Pregnancy is a roller coaster that I just don't have the energy to squeeze into this post... and then you find yourself in some pretty serious pain as you push this tiny baby into the world, and lo and behold you're a mother. Haleluiah! Let all of the FUN begin! Oh, right, then Mother Nature slaps you in the face. Baby blues, postpartum depression... call it what you will... it hit me hard. Thank God for mini-prozac. Seriously. I debated whether or not to be public with the fact that I depended on antidepressants to deal with my post-baby hysterics, and then I decided that it's just not something to be ashamed of. (Part of me is waiting for Tom Cruise to start bad-mouthing me.) I did what I had to do to be a good mother for Carson. I don't know what women used to do back in the day. What a horrible, horrible trick nature plays. I wonder what makes some women lose their minds after childbirth, and others stay perfectly sane. I also wonder if the same thing would happen if I have another baby. It's a little scary, but Carson definitly makes me want another baby. I'm sure I'll take that chance again one day.

I recently stopped taking my miracle pills... and I feel OK. I'm not Miss Susie Sunshine anymore, but I don't think I'm a raging bitch either. At least, I don't think I am. Maybe someone should ask my husband about that.


4. My Life is Amazing and I am a Lucky Woman

I am so incredibly thankful for my husband. We have grown even closer as we've learned to be parents together. I thought my marriage was strong before we had our son, but now we've become even closer. I am seriously so, so, so blessed to have Sean. And how lucky am I to have my sweet son? To be able to stay at home with him everyday? To have a beautiful home and loving supportive family and friends? So. VERY. Blessed. I can't thank God enough.


And now... I'm having another brain fart. I know I've learned more than this. I feel like a completely different person now, so surely I ought to be able to communicate more that I've learned than just these four things.... Oh well. Maybe another day. I'm going to bed.... OH! That's one more thing I've learned...

5. Sleep whenever and wherever you can.

Busy Boy

I could watch him play in his bouncer all day long.



Wish I knew what's going on in his adorable, little head.

Eating Ain't Easy

For Carson. Eating isn't easy for him. For me? Eating is really, really easy. Feeding Carson is another story. I thought feeding Carson solid food would be really fun and exciting but I was wrong. I pictured a little bird with his mouth wide open and ready for whatever I was offering... not so much.

At first, Carson had no idea what was going on. I'm pretty sure all babies are that way, but I really didn't realize how long it would take him to figure out that food was yummy and to open his mouth when I offered him the spoon. Seems easy, right? No. He's started to catch on though and it's been easier. He's finally figured out to open his mouth for the spoon. Unfortunately, he's also figured out that if he doesn't really like something he shouldn't open his mouth for it again. He should press his little lips shut and turn his head away and totally ignore me. That said, he never turns away at the boob. This is great for me seeing as it's totally easier than preparing food and fighting Carson to actually eat it. However, I realize that it's completely socially unacceptable to have him nursing past the ago of, I don't know, one, two max??? We have to keep trying with the solids. I can't be the lady on the news. Gross.

Lately I've been trying to be an awesome mother and make Carson's baby food. How is that going? Carson thinks I am a terrible cook. Mainly, he hates my green beans. I had to get pretty tricky...



I know, I'm mean. Don't worry he'll catch on eventually and my mean tricks won't work anymore.

What really cracks me up about feeding Carson is that no matter what I'm feeding him he makes a face like he hates it after his first bite. Even if it's absolutely delicious and he ends up eating all of it... bananas with strawberries or peaches for example... he still looks like I'm torturing him after that first bite...



He really does make me laugh. And cry. But mostly laugh.

Don't Worry- There are Carson Pictures in This Post!!

Woah, it's really been a long time since I've blogged! Lots has happened, obviously, but playing catch up is soooo boring so I'm not going to do it. Sorry.

I actually feel like doing a little rambling, so that's what I'm going to do. More accurately, I feel like doing a little bitching. (I know, I know, I have so much to be thankful for. But do you really want to read a post where I just goosh on and on about my wonderful, awesome life? I didn't think so.)


1. So, first of all, something I don't get- bachelor parties. Maybe it's unAmerican, or maybe I'm a huge, giant prude but I think bachelor parties are total bullshit. First off, groom, you're not really a bachelor. If you're getting married then you're in a pretty serious, committed relationship and you don't really need to go out to a strip club, get totally wasted and act like your fiance doesn't exist for a night. Secondly, all your friends aren't single either. In fact, your married friends are really not single, and I don't think it's cool that they go out to a strip club where they get to oogle at all of the women who haven't gotten fat after having their baby, nor are they tired from taking care of said baby and would be more than happy to put their boobs in your face so that you spend way too much of your money to have them wiggle in your lap instead of spending your money on a new fence for your backyard. Thirdly, if your bachelor party really is just playing golf or fishing with your friends for a couple of days... I take back everything I just said.


2. Can you tell me what one cake decorating class plus one family vacation equals? That's right. 10 extra pounds and pants that don't fit. What gives, people? My mom heard recently that you burn up to 600 calories a day breastfeeding... so that means I must have eaten approximately 10,000 calories a day to gain ten pounds in a matter of two weeks. Right? Or is it just easier to gain weight after your body gets all jacked up from having a baby? Yes, I'm sure that's it. It can't possibly be all the damn cake I've been eating.


3. I think that people who have exactly two children end up there this way... You have one baby and think, "Damn this is crazy! I'm done!" But, everyone keeps telling you that your kid is going to end up the weird only-child and you better give that kid a sibling. You hear this so much, that even though you know it's NOT true, you start to convince yourself of it. So, you have one more baby and then it's snip snip.


4. I think I want to go back to work. I know, slap me! I don't really really for real want to go back... I just miss all the adrenaline and excitement the start of a new school year brings. I miss seeing my girlfriends everyday and getting to bitch about our husbands during lunch. I tell you what, I had those girls rolling with some Sean stories. Gross is pretty entertaining... even adults laugh at stories about farting and boogers. Admit it! So, I won't be going back to work on Monday... but I will be coming up to visit a bunch. I hope it doesn't make anyone mad that I just keep popping in- actually, I don't care if it does. I'm going to do it anyway.


I promise I'm really not this cynical all the time... just one of those days, I guess. If you've actually read all this rambling, I guess you deserve to see a few Carson pictures. I mean, that's why you read this blog, right? (Wink.)




BTW- this is my FAVORITE. Just look at the fatness! I want to nibble his fat little arms and legs right up! Ooooooh those cheeks!!!! Fat! Fat! Fat!!






Look at those chins!!!! LOVE the chins!!!





My sister-in-law, Joanna, took these pictures for me when we were visiting family in Wisconsin. It was Carson's six-month birthday. Precsh.

One Old Dog Attempting Some New Tricks

Since I've stopped working, I decided it would be really fun to try some things that I always wanted to do, but never had time for. I don't really have an abundance of free time now, I think I just realize now how important it is to make time for yourself.  Do something just for you. Not mommy-you, or wife-you, just you-you.

First, I started ballet lessons. I always wanted to take lessons (what five-year-old girl doesn't?); two of my favorite movies are Center Stage and Billy Elliot!! So when I find out that my sister-in-law, Joanna, has taken lessons before and she'll take them again with me and my sisters Jenni and Jackie... well, we all signed up!

Jackie, Joanna, me, and Jenni... all looking like giant kids.

Getting a tip from Jackie. 

I quickly learn that Jackie is the last person I should be taking tips from.

All our feet in our spanking-new ballet shoes.

What I've learned about ballet so far is that it's HARD! I also realize that maybe my parents didn't put me in lessons long ago because they realized what I just learned the hard way- I have no natural dance ability. None.  Even if I don't learn anything over the next few weeks and if I continue to get pitiful looks from the other girls in class, I'll still be getting a killer butt workout! It turns out there is muscle under all that flab, because I sure was sore the next day!

My next venture is cake decorating class. Now this I can do! I have always had a major sweet tooth, so no surprise I have an interest in cakes and icing.  I'm also a little crafty and artsy and so I felt right at home in this class!  I LOVED IT! I was so inspired in fact, that I am starting to fantasize about having my own little cake business. I am definitely going to continue these classes and testing recipes, so those of you who live near-by... get ready to do some taste testing!

Here's the two layered pineapple up-side-down cake with pineapple buttercream icing I made for my brother's birthday. It turned out soooo gooood! I am sure I'll be making this again!

Of course, in the midst of all this hobbying, I've been hanging out with my sweet, sweet Carson. I. Love. Him.

Tonight Carson was so sweet and smiley I ended up keeping him awake much longer than I planned on.  He started giggling when I was playing fetch with Jet, so I hopped up and grabbed my camera and did a pretty terrible job catching his giggle-fit on video.  It's a good thing for Jet that Carson finds him so funny... it really encourages me to play with him more! Poor dog gets so neglected!

After posting this picture and video... and after my brother's friend didn't recognize me tonight... I think it may be time for me to start wearing real clothes and make up and stop wearing my hair up so much.  I'm such a slob!  Oh. My. Gosh.  Is this the beginning of "mom clothes?" Am I going to wake up someday and realize I have lost all sense of personal style and current trends and still look as terrible as I do in this video?!? I might need an intervention! Someone come and rescue me to the Galleria! YIKES!

My Growing Boy!

Carson is growing up so fast it amazes me!  Just in the past week he seems to have changed so much!
I've made a few short little videos of Carson for Sean,  I thought I'd post them for you too! Please, turn the volume down on your computer because my baby-talk voice is truly awful.







By the way- I weighed Carson at home a couple of days ago.  He's 19 pounds.  HUGE.

Memorial Day Fun

Back in the day, a beach trip for the Hales would have included several cold beverages, lots of SPF 4 sunblock (I like a tan as much as the next white girl), and plenty of fetch with Jet.  Fast forward to Memorial Day Weekend 2010... take away those cold beverages (ah, breastfeeding...), add one deliciously fat baby, and you've got a modern day Hale beach trip!

My two favorites... I don't know who to pinch first!

Lounging on Aunt Jackie

With  Godmother, Aunt Joanna

Our little family

Daddy and Carson

My mommy, me, and our fat little guy

We had such a fun day!  Carson seemed to like the water, and Jet LOVED it!  Jet was admired by a family near us whose little boy had been wanting a dog.  The father said he didn't really like dogs, but ours was so well trained he thought he just might need to get a black lab! Sean's favorite command for Jet at the beach (and no doubt, one of the reasons this family loved him) is "shake."  Sean loves to have Jet shake right next to my sisters as they lay out on their towels! I admit, I think it's pretty funny too!

The lovely photographer for all the beach pictures is my Aunt Nina.  She was in town visiting us from Minnesota.  Carson fell in love with her right away... just like everyone else!  We'll miss you, Nina!  Sure wish we lived closer!

Yea for Uncle Jeff!

We had such a fun weekend celebrating Uncle Jeff's graduation from NYU Business School.  We hadn't seen him since Carson was just a few weeks old, so it was really fun to see them play... now that Carson is so much more smiley and fun!

Jeff and Carson.  I think his eyes are so weird (Carson, not Jeff) because his Mamo had taken about a zillion pictures and the flashes had to be getting old!

Just love this one.  Sigh!  Can't get enough of those smiles.

Dinner out on Saturday night to celebrate while Carson spent the evening with Grandma.

Jeff just had to get his picture taken with him wearing Carson after I told him how much the ladies love Sean when he's wearing it.  Honestly.  I had a woman come up to me one day at the mall and ask me about Carson while Sean was wearing him... she said, "A man wearing a baby is so sexy!" Whoa!  So, ladies, what do you think of Jeff?  Pretty sexy, right!?  Especially with that burp rag on his shoulder!  Super hot!

Here Carson and Lila are meeting for the first time.  Lila, our friends Matt and Lan's daughter, was SO CUTE!  Carson totally blew it with her though.  He fussed the entire time!  Maybe she'll give him another chance... she did like his toy!

Swimming at Aunt Sheryl's with Uncle Jeff, Aunt Jenni and Aunt Jackie.  And Mommy and Daddy.  Carson seemed to like it pretty well!  I love all his ROLLS in these pictures!!!  He is so fat!  Yum! Yum!