Oh this boy!

Carter is lucky to be alive today...and not for the reason that you may think. Yesterday morning, I was doing a quick job of vacuuming the upstairs. I finished up our bedroom, turned off the vacuum and realized that it was a little too quiet for my liking. So, I called out to Carter only to have him respond, "Mommy, come look at this. I'm fixin' it." Fixing what, I thought? Hmm. I found him in the guest room with the outlet cover off, a paint brush stuck in one hole and a paper clip in the other. Seriously. I kind of freaked out - not in a yelling or mad way, but in a crying, oh-my-gosh I'm so thankful that you're okay way. I tried desperately to stress how dangerous his actions were and how badly he could have been hurt. He totally didn't get it, although he shook his head with vigor and said, "I understand." Is this what having a boy is all about, because I think this little stunt just took a few years off my life!

On a funnier note, Carter had a wonderful time celebrating Valentine's Day on Saturday night. We had a few friends over for dinner and Carter was wound tighter than a two dollar watch. He managed to eat dinner without incident but was finished well before the adults. So, he started begging everyone to come and play with him. Not wanting to leave my meal half finished, I suggested he go play with Jake. To this he responded, "but Jake doesn't have any hands." Come on, Mom, really, how can the dog play with me without any hands. We all got a good laugh.