Blowing all our cares away!
Toot-toot!

Carter had the icky's this week, so I let him play outside in his pajama's on Saturday. He woke up Friday morning with a 104.2 degree fever. Why do little boys like to freak their mother's out with high fevers?? After a few doses of antibiotic he seems like himself again.

He has said plenty of funny stuff but I can't remember it right now. His new name for the baby this week is "John-then-one."

We celebrated Mothers day on Saturday. Mark fixed me a yummy breakfast and dinner. He does that just about every week because he is SO fantastic. That didn't keep me from giving him a hard time about not doing it on Sunday though. I do have a card in for a nice foot rub later on tonight too!

I spent 4 hours on Saturday morning getting my hair cut and shopping for Carter & baby (of course). In the afternoon CW and I played very nicely together for a long time. I'm guessing we played well together for so long because Carter was sick and open for most of my suggestions. Usually he likes to boss me around when I try to play with him and I throw in the towel pretty quickly.

Saturday night Mark wanted pizza. I vetoed that for something that wouldn't give me indigestion all night long. We had chicken sandwiches, which also kept me up all night long. I'm thinking bread and water would keep me up all night. I seriously saw 2am from all the gas keeping me awake. I think it was my grandmother that said a baby that is complicated in utero is usually a cooperative newborn. I'm give little tyke his orders for cooperation upon his debut NOW! haha. =-) atd