Hello everyone!
My apologies to our family out of state for the sporatic (sp?) blogs lately (and over the next few weeks). I'll pick back up once school's out...
For now, here's a funny moment from putting Carter to bed tonight:
Bless his sweet heart, he continues to struggle with severe congestion and cough which has resulted in a lack of sleep (for Carter and me!). That said, I'm trying to exercise a little extra patience with him. Bedtimes have been awful the last few nights. But tonight, I resided to just laying on his bed and letting him sit up to fuss it out if he needed to. He didn't cry much, but he did keep whining "take me to the chair" repeatedly. This means, he wanted to snuggle in our living room. Knowing that that could only result in his wanting to play/read, I laid there still and asked him once again to lay down.
His response? "1, 2, 3..." (What is he doing?, I'm thinking) "...4, 5..." (could he be counting the stars in his room?) "You go to timeout." (Guess he's heard that one before!)
How could I not chuckle? I asked him why I should go to timeout and it was, as I had expected, because I didn't take him to the chair. Bad mommy...ha, ha!
