Carson helps his mom with her workouts.
Kyla wrote a really helpful article about why taking care of yourself during/after the loss of a loved one is so important. Read it HERE.
Ky uploaded a new song – give it a listen!
They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.
While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).
As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…
We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.
Very soon now…
My baby will bring forth her own baby into the world.
His name is Carson Anthony Ward, the already so-much-loved progeny of Kyla Ward (nee Becker) and Colton Ward.
I am already in love with him. Carson, that is, not Colton; although as sons-in-law go, I’d rank him fairly high.
Carson is due on the 22nd of June, but I have been adamantly maintaining that he will make his appearance on the 10th, so I’d guess I’d better stick by that.
I can’t wait to meet him!
I’m not sure I even know where to begin…
I was asleep when the ball dropped – woke up when the kids all called for rides home at the same time. It took me three trips, and I drive a mini-van. That’s a lot of drunken 20-somethings…
That old saw about “how you ring in the New Year is an indicator of how your year will go” is flat-out bullshit, if my January has anything to say about it, by the way. I’d have thought January would be a calm and steady same-old, same-old kind of routine month.
There are things I did as the mother of a toddler, that would totally have embarrassed me to admit, back when my now-all-grown-up little girl was still a toddler. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to those things even now, although she did survive. It’s more surprising that *I* survived, to tell the truth.
Ky was one of those kids that refused to sleep at night. I joke around with new mothers all the time, about how my kid is 20-years-old and hasn’t slept through the night yet. She wanted to sleep during the day, but that was mainly because she didn’t sleep at night. Ever.
Kyla got a summer job at the YMCA as Camp Coordinator of several of their kids day camps – four of them if I’m not mistaken. FOUR! Not sure how she’s gonna pull it all off, but I do know she has “homework” every night.
Ky and I spent the day, hatless, like idiots, on the beach at Pointe des Chenes on Lake Superior.
It was a good day. Sun-Fried Brains, and all…
Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys