Greg, Erin, Car and Quincey

Man I tell ya, having two kids is tough to get used too.  I think because Carson is at such a crazy high maintenance age, (yesterday he tried to climb out of his crib, but landed headfirst type of high maintenance..) but luckily Greg has been around to help me out.  I am getting the hang of it now I think.  HOORAY!

My beautiful, lovely, fantastic, thoughtful sister Kelley sent Carson a little treat in the mail the other day.  It was none other than his very own pair of LITTLE EINSTEINS p.j.s.  When I showed them to him and pointed out rocket,  he was SO excited!  Einsteins is his favorite TV show,  and since I have been so crazy the last few months,  Car has watched probably a little too much of it.  I put them on him and didn't think anything of it...but the next day he R.E.F.U.S.E.D. to take the dang things of.  I got the shorts off,  but the shirt had to stay.  Lovely. haha.

Here he is running around in all his giddy glory.

That same day he decided that his shoes of choice were his Camo thongs.  Where this came from I have no idea.  He had never payed attention to them before.  Since then he has been sporting them everywhere, throwing a fit when we suggest anything different.

Not such a good choice for the park though... He had to keep emptying the bark so that he could actually walk in them.

Throwing bark down the slide...

Carson decided that he could go down the slide alone now.  And down he went.  He also climbed back up it, thongs and all, no help.  Wow,  such progress this little man is making.

Time to go home.  It is hard to keep the stroller in a straight line though..

We went to the outlets yesterday to stock up on winter clothes since Carson has grown out of all of his.  What once was an easy trip has turned into a tantrum fest all due to these little suckers below.

The quarter operated machines.  I think I am just going to have to not allow him on them because once he is on, he isn't coming off without a kicking and screaming FIGHT.  I'm talking the kind that lasts for a good fifteen minutes.  Talk about stubborn.  The mere sight of these puppies is BAD NEWS for me.

While I was shopping Daddy snuck off and got himself a treat.  I'm not sure he got to eat any of it though.  Carson pretty much loved it, as you can see from his hypnotic stare..