Bang on her piano
Plant sloppy kisses on her cheek
Make a mess in her living room
Clang her pots
Play by the pool
Feed the ducks
Carter and I rode the train down to North Carolina last week to visit my mom. The seven hour trip holding a temperamental ten month old was a definite challenge. Any
survivers onlookers sharing our train car surely had reports of the hysteria for their friends and family.
On the trip home, I met a really kind woman. I don't even like the word kind, but I'm using it here because nice or sweet just doesn't cut it. She was the type of person whose heart was so pure, you could see it in her eyes. When Carter fell asleep on my lap after hours of crying, she tucked her blanket around him him. Of course, I protested, and she just assured me over and over, I promise it's clean, then proceeded to go back to her seat and curl her knees to her chest, fighting the crisp air condition. When Carter wasn't crying, he stood on the edge of his chair, smiling at her and reaching out his hand.
While I was there, Matt called me with some amazing news (I'll share it with you soon). We stayed busy. Here are a few other pictures from our trip.
Under the wisteria vines
Zoned out in the tub, exhausted from travel
Sitting outside, waiting for his uncle to come over
Uncle Benton making his hat into a cowboy hat
The train ride home. Yo Gabba Gabba. No volume allowed. I couldn't get him to sit; he only fell off the chair once, though.