Carter turned 7 a couple of weeks ago. SEVEN! And while I've been getting ready for his birthday, planning his party, and shopping for him, it wasn't until the day after his birthday that it hit me: I have only one year until my baby turns 8 and is baptized!!!!! Holy smokes. Crazy planning mode then went into action. Now my mind is consumed with trying to figure out a way to convince Bo that we should fly to Washington and have Carter baptized there. These things need to be thought out in advance. :) Especially so that I don't have a huge emotional breakdown next year.
Anyways... Carter's birthday was on a Thursday this year, so we decided to have his party with friends on Friday, and just do a little family celebration on his actual birthday. Unfortunately Bo had to work the entire day that day, but I made him skip a morning meeting so at least he could wish Carter a happy birthday and see him open his presents. Carter got spoiled by us and his grandparents and Aunt Bridget and Uncle Whitney. Nerf guns, an ant farm, a science kit, Lego's, and an Indianapolis Colts shirt, since he has proclaimed that as his favorite football team (we're trying to brainwash him into liking the Seahawks, no worries). Lucky boy. He is still giddy about his gifts.
After school I took the kids to MacDonald's for dinner, then we went to the grocery store and picked out ice cream and cupcakes and went home to celebrate. It was a low fuss day and Carter loved it. Don't worry, he got a huge party the next day and that will be my next post... in like a month. hahahaa just kidding.
Carterbug, yes I still call you that and good luck getting rid of it, I love you so much and just think you are the best little buddy. You are funny, silly, smart, caring, competitive, gentle, crazy, athletic, clever, and just a little daring. :) You make me so proud to be your mom. You are a GREAT big brother to Megan and Derrick, and you are always so tender and loving to us in need. (side note..a couple weeks ago I was REALLY sick, and I had hurt my elbow really really bad, so I was in bed crying, holding my arm, and praying Bo would come home from work on time. Carter, you saw me crying, knew I had hurt my arm and that I was having a rough day, and so you went downstairs, unasked, and got me some ice in a baggie, wrapped it up in a dish towel, and brought it up to me. You then hugged me and went and entertained your siblings. AMAZING and so tender!). You are a great light in this family. You are a leader to your friends and siblings. You are the best. I love you!!!
Megs giving Carter a kiss.
