Two Pees in a Shower

It is not a secret who Carter's father is.  They are as close to twins as a parent/child can get.  People often tell me that Carter looks just like me....until they meet Dain.  There are only two things that the child got from me: nose and attitude.  Carter walks step for step behind his father.  There is nothing that Dain could do wrong in the world according to Carter.  It's as if I can hear the Patty Duke theme song playing in the background, "they laugh alike, they walk alike, at times they even talk alike."  

Most people would agree that my husband is an outstanding man; an honorable idol in my son's eyes. To that I would completely agree, in most instances.  There is that one side of him that is nothing but a child himself.  Now, Dain would argue that I fell in love with that playful side, and on a good day I would agree, but dealing with two of them who feed off each other makes it less amusing. 

So, the other day when I informed Carter that it was time to shower (he really does everything his daddy does!) I expected that he and Dain had retreated to our master bath to get Carter cleaned up like they do every night.  I began my usual routine during that time of picking up toys and rounding up dirty clothes.  When I rounded the corner from my bedroom into the bath, I was in no way prepared for what I was about to see!  There stood my son and his terrible influence of a father standing side by side, stance by stance, PEEING into the shower!!  I couldn't in any stretch of imagination have expected this and was left speechless.  When I finally came to and uttered the phrase, "Excuse me?!?", I was even less prepared for the explanation:

"It was his idea!"--Dain

Back to Life, Back to Reality

I recently had a bad spell with some health issues.  As a parent you really begin to understand the magnitude of your role and responsibilities when you are "under the weather." I was so worried about Dain being able to manage the house while I was off my feet (thought only for a few days, but ended up at two weeks) but little did I realize that my focus was all wrong.  He had it completely under control. Navigated through the pantry, cleaned and picked up the house, called and chastised Doctor's (this was during the unexpected spell) all without batting an eye.  During the first week, Carter was at my mother's house living it up and getting full on attention as would be expected at Mimi's House.  What I was not prepared for was his return and reaction to me being ill.  Apparently, Carter shows concern through insubordination!! He was a beast; a force to be reckoned with.  Nothing made him happy, and NOTHING was right.  As I struggled to get better, I also struggled with not sending my child back to his Mimi's.  But, in an instant (because of God answering my prayer) I was better, and so was he! When he got home and I was in the living room and not in the bed, he was a changed kid.  I was happy to be back to myself and also happy to have my son back.  We were able to enjoy the weekend and each other before I returned to work today.

With all of that said, the fun has not stopped and I will be bringing the Carter-saga up to speed. So, when you see multiple alerts to new blogs, that's just me telling our story some more!