Carson is turning 6 next month. That’s nuts, people! NUTS! Sometimes I can remember him being the tiniest baby, fitting perfectly into my chest. I loved holding him and nursing him and waking up at night with him right next to me. Sometimes I have to remember him as that small baby who I was so obsessed with to keep from ending his currently crazy monkey life. I don’t mean that, but really, you know what I mean. If you have a 5 year old, you know. The talking. The nagging. The tattle-telling. The Talking. The school frustrations. The TALKING. The questioning of everything. Carson does a lot of talking, especially when you’re trapped in a car with him. It’s insane.
He is easy to forgive though. Every morning Carson wakes up and comes straight to the side of my bed. He rests his head on my shoulder and gives me a hug. It’s always the best way to wake up. He always wants to help me with whatever I’m doing. He will take half a dozen piles of crap from downstairs to upstairs while I’m cleaning. And he doesn’t complain. He asks, “What’s next?” He eats food like a normal person, more often than not now, without proclaiming that he hates it. He usually tells me whatever I have cooked is his favorite, even if he admits later that he hopes I won’t cook that again. He keeps a watchful eye on Allie. He may be her greatest tormentor, but he wants her safe always and he doesn’t want anybody else to be the source of her tears. His prayers are thoughtful and sweet. He almost always prays that we will look both ways when we cross the street. And lastly, he still will take the best naps as long as Allie doesn’t bust into his room and disturb him.
So you see, Carson bugs, but…he’s still a good guy.
For the final part of my ‘One Year In’ series, I’m sharing our entry, dining room, and kitchen. They are the least exciting/attractive parts of our town home, but function for their intended purposes. I’m dreaming of a huge, all white kitchen, but until then, enjoy.