Mickiser
This is how Carson pronounces the word mixer. He likes to play with the big stand mixer in the kitchen, so we got him one of his own last week. He is getting closer and closer to pronouncing mixer and other words correctly. I have mixed emotions about that. Stawbees is becoming strawberries, beenah is becoming banana, and he’s calling me mom instead of mommy sometimes, and all this makes him seem so much older. I like the mispronunciations, they keep him in the baby phase. Once he starts calling me mom and pronouncing words correctly it’s just a matter of time before he starts rolling his eyes at me and staying out past his curfew with some girl we don’t approve of. What is happening?
Kate and Steve drove to Houston Saturday night on a whim, which made for a great surprise for us and especially for Carson. After keeping the kids while Ben and I went to church, they headed back to Austin. It was a short but sweet visit.
This afternoon Ben managed to talk me into taking a family run. Even though I really want to get back into it, it is hard to get motivated. I am out of shape and slow. Ben has a cold, was pushing the double stroller and he had Ginger. And guess who still couldn’t keep up…this girl.
