candied house

Pictures really make a story. Except when Carter's entire demeanor changes at the sight of my camera. Oh, does the story I want to tell take a turn for an angry change.

He gets mad at me. Forget asking him to look up from what he's doing. I'm learning that sometimes it's better to be part of his moments than step out to record history.

But other times, I can't help it.

Anyway, He made a Valentine's house the other night with our neighbor, Ashley. (If you don't have a neighbor who's a kindergarden teacher, you should get one!)

In the spirit the whole looking down theme I've got going on this blog, Carter contests my photography. I even told him I had chocolate on my ears. Didn't work. A giant frosting house trumped my lies.