Visiting Baby Carter

My friend Erika had her baby recently and I finally got a chance to visit him.  Hello Baby Carter!

I totally bonded.  Best of all, since I had watched Erika through the process I knew he was hers and wouldn't be following me home.

Still . . . we did get along pretty well.  I mean, some people buy new cars or take home dogs on a whim.  

On the way home I gave in to temptation.  

Jaxon: "Mommy, can I have a Baby Carter"

Mommy: "It would be a lot of work"

Jaxon: "It would be a lot of work for YOU Mommy"

I Want A FIRE Daddy!

Oh curse my small stature . . . and the fact I don't speak much adult yet. Building a fire with Daddy can be a bonding situation. I love giving him pieces of wood to load into the fireplace.

It brings me back to my early days when I was a fat little baby who couldn't even walk. I would just lay and bask in front of that fire and roast like a pig on a spit. It was heavenly.

Of course there is no Father/Son bonding if Daddy won't build one for me on demand. No matter how much I screamed and pointed at the door to the downstairs where the wood is stored he didn't have a clue. I want a FIRE Daddy! Why can't you get my demands through your thick skull Daddy. Finally out of desperation I went to the fireplace and the words I was searching for finally came out as I wailed FIRE! Daddy's response, try to distract me with Caillou until Mommy came home and put me to bed. Oh was I mad! Lucky for Daddy I had exhausted so much energy yelling at him that I fell asleep like a log on a roaring fire. -Jaxon