My little boy. The youngest. The one who will always be my baby. I know there will come a time when he will hate when I call him my "little boy" but I will do it anyway.
This little guy can make me laugh. The other day he climbed onto the sofa next to me, put his little hands around my upper arms and started to squeeze. "Mom, this feels like blubber. You know, like a walrus." Thanks kid. I am really hoping that they were talking about the walrus in Kindergarten.
Carter will turn 6 on Thursday and he VERY excited. He thinks he is getting a dirt bike. I have told him several times that there is no way he is going to get a dirt bike, I like my neighbors too much.