Sunday, June 13, 2010


Carter, Carter, Carter.
When I woke up Saturday morning, kids were hanging out in the sitting room. Bob told me to go take a look at my little boy.  I thought he had finally lost his first tooth. Nope. Wrong. My cute little boy had fallen out of bed at 3:41am, we know this because that is the first thing he saw before he cracked his eye on the nightstand.

From Each Day....

From Each Day....
From Each Day....
He said he cried.
We didn't hear him.
And he went back to sleep.
Go figure.

1 comment:

  1. Carter must be a very resilient young man! Very cute too, even with a bloodshot eye!



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