Carson William

We got to have Carson last night and today. Yay! We had a great time. James brought him over last night after the kids were in bed. We let him hang out with us for a while and then I made him a bed on the boys' floor. It took him a long time to fall asleep. When I checked on him at 12:15 am, he was finally asleep. But he just quietly looked at books and played with blocks by the light of the night light. (Well, ok. He got up 3 times and turned the light on in the bathroom.) Today the kids have had a blast being together. For the first few hours that he's with me, he does really well with calling me "Aunt Lan" and not being too clingy. But after a while he starts calling me "Mommy" again and says things to me like "Mommy, how come God let you come down from Heaven?" and "When you're up in Heaven, can you see me?" I just very patiently explain what has been explained so many times before. I think he just gets confused because he was so young when his mom died that he just doesn't have a lot (if any) memories of her to draw from. Even when I show him pictures, it doesn't seem to help all that much. But the sweetest exchange we had went like this:
c: "Mommy?"
me: "Yeah, Buddy?"
c: "I like when you call me Carson William."

God bless his little heart. All he needs is a Mama and a Pet Name.

Carson William & Me.

Parkie in a tree.

Carter is my big helper. And he loves to be in charge of Carson. I tell him, "Be in charge of Carson, ok?" and he'll play with him, make sure he stays where he's supposed to and that he doesn't get hurt. He'll also let me know if Parker's getting too rough. They played on the swings forever. And dug holes. And all four of them played house and fireman and a number of other such pretending games.

Helping Uncle Brent with painting the kitchen.

"Swing me high!"