tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469546930446149652024-03-19T23:22:29.655-07:00Coming Home with CarterOne family's journey through adoption and the joy that follows.Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-34370004649785114352015-01-10T19:39:00.004-08:002015-01-10T19:39:39.815-08:00A letter to my 5 year old boyIn just a few hours, Carter, you will be FIVE! We celebrated you with a Pirate and Popcorn party. Your choice of course. I love that you are becoming so independent and decisive in your life. You are confident and hard-headed, snugly and rough, hilarious and so serious. Boy are you smart!<br />
Five years ago, buddy, you made me a mom. You made us a family. Although we've always talked to you about how you came to us, I think you are starting to grasp/question it. The other day when your dad and I were talking in the car about our hope of adopting another boy or girl, I couldn't contain myself when you said, "Hold on just a minute here! So you're telling me I'm adopted? Cats and dogs are adopted." I know you'll have lots of questions as you figure this out-but know one thing-my goodness, you are loved! By me. By Dad. By Rachael. By all our families and friends. By God. You are blessed, my boy.<br />
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So, as you are sweetly snoring next to me, I want to write randoms that I don't want to forget or that I want you to know. Here goes:<br />
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You hated snuggling for 4 1/2 years. All of the sudden you can't snuggle enough. I'm in heaven. You hold on with both arms and occasionally pat my arm or back. You rub my hair with your hands. You play with my hair. You come into whatever room I am in and sing, "Snuggle time, snuggle time!"<br />
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You like my singing. One day you won't. I promise.<br />
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When you sneak into our bed at night, you still jab those little toes of yours into my legs just like you used to as a baby. I'd have bruises from those toes!<br />
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Every -ed word sounds like -ted: playted, watchted, drinkted. When I try to correct you, you counter argue and think you are completely correct. It's that inherited stubbornness I've been hearing about...<br />
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Power rangers, ninja turtles, hot wheels.<br />
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I've never been as happy as I am being your mom. The wait was worth it because God picked out the perfect one for us. Praise Him!<br />
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Happy birthday, bubaloo!<br />
<br />Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-11900289451638330562014-02-17T19:10:00.002-08:002014-02-17T19:10:51.397-08:00Too quickly"Time will fly," they say. "Don't blink." Whoever <b><i>they</i></b> are...they're right. I can't believe how fast you are growing up. Just last month you turned 4. FOUR! With our ninja turtle masks on, we played and sang, ate spaghetti, and opened up toys that screamed, "I'm not a baby anymore!!!" Remote control cars and planes, electronic dinosaurs, Hot Wheels, and a scooter fill our living room.<br />
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Why am I writing this now? After almost a year and a half of no stories. Lost memories?<br />
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Because right now, Carter, you are snuggled up next to me in the big bed after asking, "Can I sleep with you for just a lil bit?" We know you really mean all night. We can't say no. I love seeing your sweet face dreaming. Even though you told me a second ago, "No I don't want to snuggle," and "Mom, get off! You're laying on my Spider-Man monster truck," these are treasures I'm storing up in my heart.<br />
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I love you more than I could ever express.<br />
<br />Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-89426761264837662022012-12-08T12:30:00.001-08:002012-12-08T12:30:12.563-08:00Meeting SantaI debated this year whether or not to do the whole "Santa-thing" with Carter. He had no idea who he was when we said his name and u thought of all the trouble it would cause us in the future. My nephews always learned that Santa was once a kind, giving person and that mommy and daddy kept his legacy alive by playing Santa. I thought that was a good option....<br />
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Well, Santa won! Here's Carter meeting the Claus's. He's all boy!! Geez...<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjQ1DEdUInw05gosgNttYwixuBl-cJlU_uec4N5iAnqo73D_iC3DXz4RdhZYCGJ7Jo4q7ZERCBBh-l3BwfFdKcqqzxKj3s1McXb2k8vNLZkh2t_HgTT9-__2HT3npn1Ivf1hWAT5f6UHd/s640/blogger-image-1278369432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjQ1DEdUInw05gosgNttYwixuBl-cJlU_uec4N5iAnqo73D_iC3DXz4RdhZYCGJ7Jo4q7ZERCBBh-l3BwfFdKcqqzxKj3s1McXb2k8vNLZkh2t_HgTT9-__2HT3npn1Ivf1hWAT5f6UHd/s640/blogger-image-1278369432.jpg" /></a></div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-8479807407644009042012-11-21T19:49:00.004-08:002012-12-15T18:52:18.437-08:00Thanks, Aunt Maam!<br />
Each and every November, I spend the month reminding myself of all the things and people to be grateful for. I do this by posting on Facebook something or someone that I consider to be a blessing. It's not difficult-I often have to narrow it down to what I was MOST grateful for that day. There were many times this month that I wanted to write about a special lady in Carter's life. I think she deserves more than a quick, "Hey, thanks!" on Facebook. So....I'll give her a blog post:)<br />
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Pam (Aunt Maam to Carter) is a GREAT friend of mine. As I was serving as Youth Director at our church, I was lucky enough to have her kids in the youth group and she was my Super Mom. Need cookies? Yep, she could do that. Need a chaperone? Of course! Need someone to drive the toboggan so that we didn't have to carry it? You betcha! Our families spent a lot of time together and they quickly became our family up here.<br />
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Before Carter was baptized, we took the job of finding someone to help him grow in his faith seriously. We went through a list of people who we felt would make wonderful Godmothers or Godfathers for him. The person had to have a strong, active faith. As I never really knew my own very well, I wanted someone who could be part of his daily life. It was an easy decison for us- my sister, Kearstyn, and Pam would be the lucky ones.<br />
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As awkward as it was, I asked her in the middle of the produce aisle at Meijer. Yep. That's how I roll!<br />
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Carter is so blessed to have to woman and her family in his life. She has taken her roll above and beyond the call of duty. Carter gets to spend most Sunday evenings with her watching movies or baking cookies while we are at youth group. He would much rather spend every waking second with her son, Eric than at home with us. She and her daughter, Allison are our go-to babysitters and do so sometimes without even being asked (like when the flu hits). Last December, she left a note that talked about Jesus, Heaven, God's love, etc. and a small gift in a Christmas mailbox EVERY DAY until Christmas. Seriously!<br />
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More importantly than the giving and doing, that family loves him as much as we do. Carter is so blessed to have her....<br />
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and I am too!<br />
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We were playing and laughing and "ROAR"ing each other when he said, "Carter, you are the joy we needed!" How true that is. Before the gift of Carter, we were a couple-not a family. We knew we were missing something huge. This little boy has brought so much love and joy into our home. God is so good!!!<br />
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Carter loves his sandbox and asks after dinner each night to go outside to play in it. He also talks about fast cars and dinosaurs nonstop. We watch the movie Cars at least once a day and Carter can tell you the names of the T-Rex, Stegasaurus, Triceratops, and Brachiosaurus. ALL BOY!<br />
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After each and every question that is asked, he will point to his cheek and say, "Ummmm....Uhhhhh..." and then answer. I think it is adorable!<br />
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This boy LOVES airplanes. We need to take him to an airport to watch the planes come and go. It would keep him busy for days! The guys were acting like airplanes in the yard.<br />
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Before we went inside for the evening, Carter and mommy spun in circles until we were dizzy. It is a guaranteed way to get a belly laugh out of him:)<br />
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I love you so much, my little dinosaur!Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-54182369235568519422012-08-18T22:08:00.001-07:002012-08-18T22:15:59.141-07:00Long Overdue UpdateI am smitten with this little man! From the very beginning, I have repeated over and over, "This is my favorite age!" 2 1/2 is no different. <br />
Carter and I had a wonderful summer. I am so blessed to have those weeks to share morning snuggles, non-rushed breakfast, and more naps than I care to admit. We spent a lot of time at the lake, hanging out with friends, and going on mini adventures. <br />
Because I write this blog mainly to help remind me of all the cute things Carter does (an online baby book sort of) I want to jot down a few Carterisms I don't want to forget:<br />
He'll say, "Hey mom. Guess what? I love you!" <br />
His bedtime prayer goes like this: " Dear Jesus, thank you for friends, mommydaddycarter, blanket, fan..." and basically everything else he sees. <br />
He loves to act like a t-rex.<br />
He likes me to sing "You are my Sunshine" and asks me why the sunshine goes away.<br />
He sometimes calls our pastor Jesus.<br />
Carter is quick to point out the moon and stars and will tell you that God made them.<br />
My favorite thing about Carter is that he loves everyone. He will chat and share hugs with anyone who asks.<br />
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I am soooooo lucky to be this boy's mom!<br />
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Carter has turned two and had a Thomas the Train party.<br />
We went on vacation to Pensacola Beach, stopping at the Indy Children's Museum on the way. <br />
We celebrated Easter with Carter telling us that Jesus died on the cross so we could go to Heaven.<br />
Above all, we have been going to the library, playing outside, and visiting with friends. <br />
It is a wonderful time to be Carter!!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6qoBo9R8GlBfM2h62Ovz3STFIUa87h6xS_6NlloS4hLO-KEJYCFn1m0GGcC0SbQpll1bKW69eStE6CyvQLFiHTRbxBL0wuV1N1psjMckhUcMx8ngZDHdslNPtTLAQLvFpy-6r28yWckK/s640/blogger-image--830172651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6qoBo9R8GlBfM2h62Ovz3STFIUa87h6xS_6NlloS4hLO-KEJYCFn1m0GGcC0SbQpll1bKW69eStE6CyvQLFiHTRbxBL0wuV1N1psjMckhUcMx8ngZDHdslNPtTLAQLvFpy-6r28yWckK/s640/blogger-image--830172651.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-W2T29Ir2wzpvsbE4ojmi1KNhS4HdQVC-kGHgYOyHNq0BaHQ8yh0fNcDo6Bo14h_fgOA0GDbzWzglipbz96Hx8SUnC6kpFbwd87reJ7sRx7FQaj2aCCsEk3BteqXFLYhBEh-Y2OXSPKD/s640/blogger-image-1328137755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ever since I can remember, Saturday mornings at my parents' house meant PANCAKES! Thus Pancake Day has lived on at our home. I love that Carter is old enough to help. He sure enjoys eating them, too!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJhYE42VzsC9o3lGspfRMppoCVZL43YeHwC7vCG5vQZVke9ihG0nsr4Q3o_QsJS3mX0H2J3RXipk1Rh6aS20hs6NrBKoij0ENrTnc8IcH7aZjtOHrZWphVIpLKZbxQ8CW_CAy5V21el1Z/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJhYE42VzsC9o3lGspfRMppoCVZL43YeHwC7vCG5vQZVke9ihG0nsr4Q3o_QsJS3mX0H2J3RXipk1Rh6aS20hs6NrBKoij0ENrTnc8IcH7aZjtOHrZWphVIpLKZbxQ8CW_CAy5V21el1Z/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-15860001663766484672011-09-29T17:37:00.000-07:002011-09-29T17:37:37.618-07:00Hanging Out at HomeWe are never home. No, really. I mean NEVER home. Try to call our landline. You won't get us...ever. If I am not at work, I am always running errands, going to work at church, going to visit our friends, hanging out with Papa, etc.... This weekend Carter and I spent an entire day at home. That is big for us. We had so much fun! Carter found toys he had forgotten about. It was like Christmas all over again. It made me realize that we need more days like that.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather was chilly, but sunny, and great for playing on our deck. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Later that night, we were sitting in the living room. After a few moments of silence from his bedroom, I went looking for Carter. Here's what I found:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-61595738829653445302011-09-19T16:33:00.000-07:002011-09-19T16:33:11.985-07:0020 Months<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I guess we skipped a few, huh?! Life with a toddler is busy to say the least! I am a bit sad that I didn't document all the little things, but I guess I can revel in the fact that I was so busy enjoying them that I didn't have time to write about them. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUgNkYweHZgW1ZA4LCW8AXgDO_HFz0-jqOu2KLdw0XfCoVWboeNXX11MfHlEYqhM7h3tNMcjC8SmHamrRpKXP_69J9ZiOJF7ojE2LgKkFdCNkIv64oQ8Val6AwYtPGCl89P-jfIZguCh4/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUgNkYweHZgW1ZA4LCW8AXgDO_HFz0-jqOu2KLdw0XfCoVWboeNXX11MfHlEYqhM7h3tNMcjC8SmHamrRpKXP_69J9ZiOJF7ojE2LgKkFdCNkIv64oQ8Val6AwYtPGCl89P-jfIZguCh4/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Carter is the love of our lives!!! I remember pre-mom stage hearing people talk about not being able to imagine life without their little one(s). Yeah, yeah. To be totally honest, I remember a blog somewhere on here about remembering more sleep, etc. What I am trying to say is that I CAN'T imagine not having him to make my days so bright. I am so in love with him and so greatful that God (and Rachael) chose me to be his mommy! </div><br />
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Carter runs everywhere. We only walk when there is something cool to look at. I am literally chasing him wherever we go. He no longer walks with his hands up-now he bends them at the elbow and sticks them out in Chris Farley fashion.<br />
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He eats us out of house and home. I can't imagine the grocery bill when he grows up to be on the football team. His favorites are fruit, McDonald's cheeseburgers, sweets of any kind, and milk. Healthy, right?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lately he has started watching "Thomas the train" but rarely is interested in T.V. I won't complain, although sometimes it might be nice to have him occupied while I am cooking dinner. He likes to "help." We all know what that means....</div><br />
Bathtime is still his favorite. He soaks the entire floor and walls.<br />
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Carter is in LOVE with his Red Rider tricycle bike, Daddy, the dog, his tree swing, swimming, and Papa K.<br />
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He repeats everything! My favorite things he says are "tur-tle," "bellybutton," (as fast as possible), "apple," and "love you." He first few sentences were "I want Daddy," and "I'm reading a book." <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We are officially in a big boy bed now. The other day he thought he was spiderman and crawled up and out. So far, so good. He hasn't figured out that he can come off the bed. I think it's hilarious!</div><br />
We are not sure how we will live during the winter, because this kid wants to be outside ALL THE TIME and mommy boycotts cold temperatures. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have to admit that I adore our daycare. For those who didn't hear, we had a few little biting incidences (put together with the fact that they are pretty full and had to promote a few kids to the next room early) so Carter is now in the 2 year old room. They are so great at teaching him new songs and doing crafts with him. He hears about Jesus and prays before meals. He even gets to attend Chapel once a week. He loves to fold his hands, listen to the prayers, then scream, "A-men!" It secretly melts my heart everytime. I am working on teaching him to say, "Happy Birthday, Jesus!" for the Christmas program since he is being demoted from baby Jesus. </div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It was today in the grocery store that I realized that I needed to keep this up-to-date. We were shopping and he waved and smiled and said hello to everyone we passed. He brought so many smiles to stranger's faces. One elderly woman even stopped to talk to us and held his hand. He and I chatted and sang the whole way through the grocery. He helped me pick out things and reminded me that I needed bananas (nanas). I am so proud that he such an outgoing, caring boy. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sometimes I think that I want him to stop growing so fast and I miss my baby, but then I remember all the adventures that are in store for us as he grows up. We have been given a true gift and we are enjoying every minute of it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EyqwCb2TxtNVO_icYb7HeSd_4pYJXyl49u91VI98WdLsQX1WbJXKe3SX2llbeRkt7BXBmuiYJuWusGDJYpUdShG7XCiHTeYgIkCR4HwDp7RnWcZs2jsB7kN9FStagSDuRGiC1I-pmETI/s1600/vbs%252C+chicago%252C+and+carty+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EyqwCb2TxtNVO_icYb7HeSd_4pYJXyl49u91VI98WdLsQX1WbJXKe3SX2llbeRkt7BXBmuiYJuWusGDJYpUdShG7XCiHTeYgIkCR4HwDp7RnWcZs2jsB7kN9FStagSDuRGiC1I-pmETI/s320/vbs%252C+chicago%252C+and+carty+026.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-91775231479706399972011-09-19T16:06:00.000-07:002011-09-19T16:06:22.474-07:0015 and 16 monthsI guess both Carter and the time is zooming right past me now. I realized that I had let the fifteenth month slip by, but I didn't realize how late I was at updating this until today. Happy exhaustion is my guilty plea....<br />
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Let's see.... What doesn't Carter do now? He is walking, and partially running. It cracks me up that he still walks with this hands pointed straight up. The daycare ladies teased that Carter walked around all the time saying "I'm number one," because his pointer finger is usually pointing up too! He LOVES to play chase. He has such a mischeivious grin on this face, and I am in awe that is growing fast enough to even understand that it is a game. If anyone says, "Oh no!" and heads the opposite way, he'll go for them, open his mouth wide, and "catch" them by grunting and grabbing their legs. Sometimes he even gets really close, then turns around, screams, and wants you to chase him. This could keep him occupied for hours!!<br />
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I think out of all of us, Carter loves the dog best. In the morning, the first word is 'dog.' The last word of the day is 'dog.' Every other word during the day.....yup.. 'dog.' Carter feeds him, chases him, hits (his version of petting) him, and tries to tackle him. I'm just thankful Carter doesn't eat the dog's food anymore.<br />
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Like a good teacher's kid, Carter loves books. I smile really big on the days that his paper at daycare has "Carter loves books" or "Carter read books for a long time today" or "Carter listened to our story well today." The adoption agency sent us a prayer book and a bible this weekend that we have been reading at bed time. <br />
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My eat-anything-any time- any where kid has disappeared. Carter is still a good eater-he just is a little more picky about the things he munches. NO MEAT! I can sneak it in ravioli and he'll do hotdogs (sometimes) and chicken nuggets (I'm not sure I would count either of those as real meat). He likes almost all veggies and even ate asparagus once. WE LOVE SPAGHETTI!!! I feel guilty about giving it to him WAY too often. It really is the easiest thing to pack for daycare... Of course, in true Keller fashion, any kind of sweet is okay in his book.<br />
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Carter's all-time favorite activity right now is taking wagon rides. Miss Elomie at school said that when he hears the word wagon he freaks out and goes to the door immediately. We have been walking almost every night around the addition, and he never wants to go in. Grass is okay, dirt is yummy (don't worry, he hasn't eaten that much), and water is GREAT! It's almost time to see if he likes cold lake water... Speaking of the lake, Carter's swing is up, the life jackets are out, the dock is in, and we are ready. He even got a floating seat for Easter.<br />
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Easter was great this year! Of course Carter didn't get the idea of Easter egg hunting, or the reason for Easter, but he liked his basket, his gifts (especially the chocolate/marshmallow egg from the Halls), and hanging out with the cool, big boy and big girl cousins.<br />
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Hmmm....life is busy! What else can I say? Carter and I spent our second Mother's Day together. Not just that day, but every day, I feel so blessed to get the chance to be a mom. Not just anybody's mom. HIS mom. He is hilarious, and loving, with a fiery temper. He is goofy, and serious, and smart. He fits so perfectly into our little God-given family that I can't imagine being without him. I am greatful for him, for Rachael, and for the relationship we are able to have. Carter will always know how loved he is-that I am sure!Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-45801723109512245152011-06-18T05:29:00.000-07:002011-06-18T05:29:47.826-07:00Zoo Adventure with Grace and Carter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhRbfPQtAd7XjdAEb0qJ2hia8tuGi9hOzUc8ZtDj4YZBAH7sWKauf7C6boSsHo9t2tC0McdMPmWei1wEiRiF6eme7DBuDj26gCadh7WmcAbCTLQe6bDbKRdI5LpHu3SKz5WQyx9RUfP9y/s1600/downsized_0617011433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhRbfPQtAd7XjdAEb0qJ2hia8tuGi9hOzUc8ZtDj4YZBAH7sWKauf7C6boSsHo9t2tC0McdMPmWei1wEiRiF6eme7DBuDj26gCadh7WmcAbCTLQe6bDbKRdI5LpHu3SKz5WQyx9RUfP9y/s320/downsized_0617011433.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Grace and Carter are best friends. They are also set to be married one day. Arranged marriages aren't so bad, are they? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Anyhow, we went on our first trip of the year to the zoo (yay for their family pass!!!!) These two had a blast.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Travis and I are notorious for forgetting to get the mail. I only look through it on Sundays, so today I went to the mailbox....and surprise! A gift for Carter from Rachael and her parents. They are so wonderful and thoughtful. Here is Carter opening his gift, but I'll warn you now that my camera died half-way through.</div><br />
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Thank you so much for thinking of him...Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-46257058918105046432011-04-04T17:41:00.000-07:002011-04-04T17:41:15.981-07:00Best BudsI have a lot of people ask how Carter and Hendrix are getting along. Well, here's your answer. I gave Carter some Cheerios and walked out of the room to get something. This is what I saw when I came back in:<br />
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And this is what I heard:<br />
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</div>Yep, I'd say they are getting along just fine!!!Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-5176036476955975012011-03-31T16:26:00.000-07:002011-03-31T16:26:37.015-07:0014 months<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Fun. Everytime someone asks me how the baby is, that is my response. He has such a personality! He wrestles and makes funny noises just to make us laugh. He plays with his tongue and fake giggles. He knows how to hold a ball under water and let go to make it POP out of the water, making water fly all over floor. I adored Carter as a baby, but this is way more F.U.N.!!! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>P.S. check out these teeth and Willy Wonka hair....<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Carter is not picky about anything. He will eat anything I put in front of him- lima beans included. I won't even eat those suckers, but I figured I'd start him early on the gross stuff :-) Of course, desserts are his favorite, just like great-grandpa.</div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2nGovTje3lHvCc3-Mw_qbiVowSbMpmwk5QfgCfOlebpmk405SIhZhmkwn_SfO9PPcr04QjKkJj9yZ3tAjvyXfJ21WsHwj_33T-V51Myx-4gS9Rd82sAGpH7ngW5LD_5JbeDtoW4jC02K/s1600/Camp+2011+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2nGovTje3lHvCc3-Mw_qbiVowSbMpmwk5QfgCfOlebpmk405SIhZhmkwn_SfO9PPcr04QjKkJj9yZ3tAjvyXfJ21WsHwj_33T-V51Myx-4gS9Rd82sAGpH7ngW5LD_5JbeDtoW4jC02K/s320/Camp+2011+047.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNkrf4KG-Erm_C_PKs9r1aJ0FuA-d7bOcFl2HlaPFte3fvdsqdsO8O48tt1O6fsD2Ja8PsDWyzrkY_Jx-VtTi5UwzYsHFn67wwrEmv9eUP-TkW6X6dFvadm0Gpr35RMwzZ4C0WfoOgLm3/s1600/Camp+2011+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNkrf4KG-Erm_C_PKs9r1aJ0FuA-d7bOcFl2HlaPFte3fvdsqdsO8O48tt1O6fsD2Ja8PsDWyzrkY_Jx-VtTi5UwzYsHFn67wwrEmv9eUP-TkW6X6dFvadm0Gpr35RMwzZ4C0WfoOgLm3/s320/Camp+2011+048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He really has no interest in walking. Carter crawls faster than any kid I have ever seen. I think he figures, "Why walk when I can get there faster by crawling." I can't believe we missed the annual baby crawling contest in Fort Wayne. We would have had a champion for sure!</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He did take his first official steps three weeks ago. Last night he walked a good 20 steps or so, got bored, and started crawling. I'm not pushing the issue yet. He'll have all the time in the world to walk. I'm enjoying him holding onto my finger for support right now.</div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-40059299934345260272011-03-03T17:23:00.000-08:002011-03-03T17:23:05.688-08:0013 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZOL-kEt5gEXMCNx9SvK3i7emXuKcoTRxR4JG8WgDkA2Qi9TeXrBaCkimmMDMjI8OcXlI2aWNd6Z-Yn-sh3cGtwje1IXtPF5Lvb6vbfbtmPtBP7wGazPp1jRRHwbUKcVd20iVlmPXG3Wb/s1600/Carter+birthday+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZOL-kEt5gEXMCNx9SvK3i7emXuKcoTRxR4JG8WgDkA2Qi9TeXrBaCkimmMDMjI8OcXlI2aWNd6Z-Yn-sh3cGtwje1IXtPF5Lvb6vbfbtmPtBP7wGazPp1jRRHwbUKcVd20iVlmPXG3Wb/s320/Carter+birthday+066.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am hoping to do a better job at updating this than I have been. (Okay-let's get real. Any attempt will be better than what I have done for the past few months). Now that Carter is totally mobile, life is chaotic!<br />
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He is 23 pounds and ? inches (whatever it was, it was perfectly 50th percentile)<br />
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What he says:<br />
Dada, mama, ball, juice, dog, this, that, roar, no, yeah, and I think he says what's that<br />
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What he eats:<br />
At the beginning of the month I was so afraid we were going to have MAJOR issues with table food. He was totally against any textures except totally smooth or crunchy. We have since gotten over this and pretty much eat anything in sight, besides meat. Not a big meat eater. Notes from school often say, "He had a big appetite today." That's my boy! Favorites are graham crackers, toast, waffles and pancakes, mixed fruit, bananas, sweet potatoes, spaghetti....<br />
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What he likes:<br />
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Playing with Kaylynne<br />
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Things I don't want to forget:<br />
The kisses. He is such a lover-especially close to bedtime. Wide-open mouth, both arms around my neck or pulling on my hair. SO SWEET!<br />
Apparently I squeal when I wrestle with him, and he has picked that up. He will stand on the bed, raise his arms, let out an ear piercing girly squeal, and attack. It is pretty funny!<br />
How he sleeps with his arms tucked under his cheek and his butt way up in the air.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Until next month....</div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-39731301637557545872011-03-03T17:16:00.000-08:002011-03-03T17:16:40.941-08:00No longer a baby, but a boy...I'm not going to lie. I've been avoiding this post. It's been quite a while and I have had people demand that I update the blog. Yes-I've been busy. Yes-I have a million other things to do when I get home. But that's not why. I just plain didn't want to write about how my baby turned one year old. <br />
It went way too fast. I started putting pictures together from the first year and couldn't believe it was possible....that my baby was a boy now. I sobbed on the night of his birthday when I went in to check on him. How can I make Carter grow in slow-motion?<br />
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Now that I have ranted and rambled, here it is...<br />
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Carter had a great birthday! Even though he won't remember, I wanted this day to be one that we could show him was fabulous through pictures and videos. We celebrated a few times, so I'll talk about one at a time.<br />
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I've said it before, but I'll say it again. We are so blessed to have an open adoption with Carter's birth-mother. A few days before the "actual day" Rachael, her parents, and her brother's cute little family were able to join us at our home. It is alway great to catch up with them. I love watching Rachael with Carter. I can tell how much she loves the little guy, yet she is kind and understanding of our place in his life. He played with friend, Logan, opened presents, and touched the cake. Apparently chocolate frosting is not is favorite thing on the planet. (I quickly called the bakery the next day to switch the frosting for our family party). It was an awesome day!<br />
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On his actual birthday, I took the day off work and we spent the day trudging though a blizzard of snow. Carter had his one year old pictures taken by my cousin, Tina, who did a FABULOUS job. For dinner, we had macaroni and cheese, something Carter liked the week before but hated that day. More on his food issues another time.... <br />
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The weekend following the big day, Carter had a big party at the gym at church. We invited friends and family members (41 people total) to celebrate with him. Carter loved playing with his friends, cousins, and great-grandpa. Now for the funny part-when we started singing 'Happy Birthday,' Carter's mouth dropped open and he looked around the room like something was wrong with each of us. He was so tired from all the excitement.<br />
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I could never count the number of times I prayed for you. Before you came along, I wanted nothing more than to hold you and to be your mommy. Before I even knew you, I loved you. When I first saw you, my heart was bursting with thankfulness to God. This past year has been full of joyful memories for your daddy and I. We are amazed everyday at the new things you learn, the faces you make, the way you call me 'dad' still... <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When you grow up, you might have questions about your adoption. You're father and I will be here to answer them. Whatever your feelings are about it-know that we love you completely, totally, and unconditionally. Through God's perfect plan we were made a family. Looking back on our lives now, it is wonderous to see the different ways he has been working through us and in us for years to make this happen. I can't wait to share that with you when you're old enough to understand.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Although I hate to say it because it means you're growing up too fast-Happy birthday, my sweet boy! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Love, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Mommy</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Travis and I-being overloaded with toys- have cleaned, installed shelves, and organized all his toys in the laundry room. It was like Christmas all over again. We found toys that we either didn't knew existed or that we had forgotten about. <br />
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Carter is at the stage when he is giving kisses-you know the ones. The wide-open, slobbery smooches. Tonight when I was putting him to bed, he just kept kissing my cheeks then smiling. When he was done, my cheeks soaking wet while my heart was overflowing.Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-85355920490483571552010-12-27T18:51:00.000-08:002010-12-27T18:51:06.021-08:00Christmas with Carter<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1egcAZ2rgtVQGd3AFCb_fL2hLkstn4z55Sb19qAI-Bgi6daQec5UimzzeEpjQ2E6h35eIVaHnm8btqOtVEDiNJhJ8lhHuDNpskhxHs_ULDhD2CXouXJUl5PPs_CmXG3d-_dQF0QlO2vm/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1egcAZ2rgtVQGd3AFCb_fL2hLkstn4z55Sb19qAI-Bgi6daQec5UimzzeEpjQ2E6h35eIVaHnm8btqOtVEDiNJhJ8lhHuDNpskhxHs_ULDhD2CXouXJUl5PPs_CmXG3d-_dQF0QlO2vm/s640/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+049.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I wasn't sure what to expect with Carter this year. I knew he was far to young to understand the true reason for this glorious holiday, but I thought he could possibly get a little excited about the piles of presents.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I already feel a tad bad for the kid. I would HATE to have my birthday so close to Christmas! While I was shopping, I kept thinking, "Well, his birthday is only a few weeks away..." I was trying to justify keeping the number of presents to a reasonable amount instead of going over-the-top crazy. Perhaps we'll celebrate his half-birthday or Baptism birthday instead?!?!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLaZ1XYv0t9fj1Uvo5ahKA6s5LCJGk_1Ucwq6NS6nsehNM-8OguKP_4bTy2NodH3fkn2zvA5WAvbYSie8EKx4MUM8Fe82O77Ay5eC8qGInB3Uhx1N4lRD5lTse9jsXkf5dqrgVyqkD_N_/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLaZ1XYv0t9fj1Uvo5ahKA6s5LCJGk_1Ucwq6NS6nsehNM-8OguKP_4bTy2NodH3fkn2zvA5WAvbYSie8EKx4MUM8Fe82O77Ay5eC8qGInB3Uhx1N4lRD5lTse9jsXkf5dqrgVyqkD_N_/s320/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+016.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Back to Christmas...he was such a cutie. I'm sure I've mentioned that he is all about me lately :) So while opening a gift, he sat on my lap, pulled out tissue paper one piece at a time (took a few seconds to play with each piece), and finally found his way to the gift. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As a mother, I have a hard time not comparing him to other kids. Of course I think he is the greatest-but I also see that a lot of the children in his daycare room are eating much more "adult" foods. Feeding him pieces of food, no matter how small they are, makes me jittery. My mind starts going a million miles an hour thinking of him choking. Needless to say, this is something I need to work through. With Christmas, came the the opportunity to let go and allow him to try lots of new flavors and textures. In the past week, we have conquered (and liked) scrambled egg yolks, avocados, toast with jelly, Cheerios, mashed potatoes, rice, and spaghetti noodles. Life will be great when I can finally fix Carter a plate of whatever we are having for dinner and I think that day is almost here!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGqp5ucVsMV5qaChF4dV-MAQzba7v-OOY9NBVUM0zeb7J-9wdXD5BHGMVWiNZaxKeWr6PrsSkc69SymywR-gVzyAgxCDh9gmqGofW_3XkDe7WmgibyrvUyxZ49LOVNlqtgFIUueiyQlVI/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGqp5ucVsMV5qaChF4dV-MAQzba7v-OOY9NBVUM0zeb7J-9wdXD5BHGMVWiNZaxKeWr6PrsSkc69SymywR-gVzyAgxCDh9gmqGofW_3XkDe7WmgibyrvUyxZ49LOVNlqtgFIUueiyQlVI/s320/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+061.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Carter is a ham-at least at home. I am beginning to see his shy side though, especially when we are visiting other people's homes. All day at home he will yell, and laugh, and play catch with himself, and dance, and jump on the bed, and wrestle....we have a great time together. The second we walk into someone else's home, he sits quietly on their lap or on the floor, looks around, and scrunches his shoulders up to his chin. Where in the world do kids learn to do these things? After awhile he makes himself right at home, but it amazes me how differently he behaves.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJyTm59LK8NzTe5vJ0eUlgbZ9c9DJxDb6bAFs9ITG3UfDuIDefN2RLBjsTM2OVF88HO8-OWXdRMW_HibkLB5_cYl3MJXehFoDWCWF7FcvGasJZKwgYsMrPEUoojUrQGrlYZe9uAhVZqKE/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJyTm59LK8NzTe5vJ0eUlgbZ9c9DJxDb6bAFs9ITG3UfDuIDefN2RLBjsTM2OVF88HO8-OWXdRMW_HibkLB5_cYl3MJXehFoDWCWF7FcvGasJZKwgYsMrPEUoojUrQGrlYZe9uAhVZqKE/s320/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+039.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju8TVZM0SCfUoaNnYtn1G_K0p-A_tL-7cGu2Qts0jLA4ypfRW_YdS27cZ8i7hXZZ0a-XdKt-Rgg47r2472XsqiK6vlfTz3QlcwBtbHRYR0FE0HMJ_46Ppt0Vm3x6EcOE7x5kWNnS2zrxN/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju8TVZM0SCfUoaNnYtn1G_K0p-A_tL-7cGu2Qts0jLA4ypfRW_YdS27cZ8i7hXZZ0a-XdKt-Rgg47r2472XsqiK6vlfTz3QlcwBtbHRYR0FE0HMJ_46Ppt0Vm3x6EcOE7x5kWNnS2zrxN/s320/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+007.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In the midst of the hustle and bustle of each holiday, I find myself thinking so much about Carter's birthmother. I knew that Thanksgiving was tough on her. I figured that Christmas would be even harder. I don't know how she does it. She is such a strong, caring person. We know that she loves Carter as much as we do. On Christmas Eve, I thought it would be the perfect time to tell him his complete story. After all, Christmas is about the journey of a family and a baby. This is a tradition I hope to continue for as long as he'll listen to me ramble. My prayer for Carter is that he grows up knowing that he is loved. By us. By our families. By her. By her family. And by God. That's a lot of love for one cute little guy.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4E6f-7HBCFhVGnbbm5KVcePYPV_SVfwml6iVTpD1Kd-hWJzC2VVwI8V2g6lQuIx2MzneiYmZG94UPnOz8DHC7T07iRe5mlU-wkNEoze7BBk7NZH5mMLTITvxlOgkdX9LGRlfPgZEz2t7/s1600/Carter's+1st+Christmas+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4E6f-7HBCFhVGnbbm5KVcePYPV_SVfwml6iVTpD1Kd-hWJzC2VVwI8V2g6lQuIx2MzneiYmZG94UPnOz8DHC7T07iRe5mlU-wkNEoze7BBk7NZH5mMLTITvxlOgkdX9LGRlfPgZEz2t7/s320/Carter%2527s+1st+Christmas+050.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-57132355135954484092010-12-22T10:51:00.000-08:002010-12-22T17:58:01.548-08:00Bully?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcL-CQLuOGr_YjO1HdnlzI47T723Wg4s5601iuJeW30LKr0Xd47aWSB1sssIMAMfbzNPYV-R64Ko0wXjz1ISvWoWz5sMVJznTRK1s9cQDIGIMtne7mzN5-6cUBnMRLdGttxWvTi9Oli2_/s1600/Picture+476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcL-CQLuOGr_YjO1HdnlzI47T723Wg4s5601iuJeW30LKr0Xd47aWSB1sssIMAMfbzNPYV-R64Ko0wXjz1ISvWoWz5sMVJznTRK1s9cQDIGIMtne7mzN5-6cUBnMRLdGttxWvTi9Oli2_/s320/Picture+476.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was told recently that my sweet, adorable boy is the infant room bully! She was sort of joking when she said it. You see, Carter is now the BIG boy in the room. Everyone else is pretty stationary. Apparently, Carter crawls over to the other babies and steals their binkies. </div><br />
Of course, I thought it was all my fault. I took his binkie away from him at two months. He had a cold. His nose was stuffy. He couldn't breathe with it in his mouth. So.....why not?<br />
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Well, when we got home that night, I dug around in the cupboards to find the long, lost binkie. Guess what? Doesn't like it. Go figure. My guess is that he is just trying to get back at them for screaming during his nap time-in which case-I don't blame him:)Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-36008680026677404492010-12-22T10:50:00.000-08:002010-12-22T18:02:14.775-08:00Baby's First Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNR_9Gknswao1Bv3Y90Cd3IgUB1m2aWbMHFOjT13xVHxNXBGgCb7VaI09-1-RMH7ZX8-HdFJxEVhiYCYrtvBWEHmutFjh2RmYTb-Y7AWT1QxYPpMzA8sIQ9fhyW50XgXO415_MLFmZVVl/s1600/Picture+30151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNR_9Gknswao1Bv3Y90Cd3IgUB1m2aWbMHFOjT13xVHxNXBGgCb7VaI09-1-RMH7ZX8-HdFJxEVhiYCYrtvBWEHmutFjh2RmYTb-Y7AWT1QxYPpMzA8sIQ9fhyW50XgXO415_MLFmZVVl/s320/Picture+30151.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am so excited for Christmas this year!!! I understand that Carter will have NO IDEA what is going on. He won't understand the concept of gifts, but just having him here is a good enough reason to celebrate. The idea of sending out a <em>family</em> Christmas card was something that warmed my heart. He is my gift-and I couldn't have asked for a better one!<br />
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We celebrated a little early with Papa Richard and Liz, and Travis's brother's family. Carter liked to slap the presents (especially the squishy ones) to hear the crinkling noise. He tried to eat the paper after it was off the presents, but eventually he realized there was a new toy sitting close by. We took our pictures with Liz's camera, so hopefully we will have a picture to share soon:)<br />
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Craziness-the word that describes this week<br />
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I don't have enough in me left to develop a cohesive entry today, so here is what is popping in my head as I write.<br />
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Carter got mad at me for the first time this week. He raised his fists in the air and clenched his entire body while he grunted. Then he went into the living room, stood up alongside the couch buried his face in the cushion. He's only 11 months old. Oh brother....<br />
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He has been sick as a dog. Antibiotics, eye drops, allergy medicine, and asthma medicine. I'm so glad he is getting back to his normal self. (and that the snot is slowing down...)<br />
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Four teeth fill his mouth now. When he smiles I can see them. I don't like it at all. They make him look like a boy, not a baby.<br />
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His hair is brown. I just really noticed it tonight.<br />
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He likes to dance, and he really likes when I dance like a crazy woman in front of him.<br />
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Carter can open drawers now. I need to find a day to baby proof-SOON!<br />
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He is going to be the best Baby Jesus in church Sunday School program history. I will try to post the video in a few weeks. I almost cried today watching it.<br />
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He loves the dog more and more each day. This worries me. I hope the dog can learn to love him and not nip when Carter finally gets ahold of him.Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-28081612348195812432010-12-01T18:12:00.000-08:002010-12-01T18:12:31.674-08:00Ball-yI think it is funny to sit back and watch Travis interact with Carter. I knew that Travis would be a great father, but sometimes I can't believe how much he has changed since this sweet, little boy entered our lives. Carter absolutely LOVES playing ball with Trav. They throw it back and forth (Carter gets SO excited that he starts throwing his entire upper body up and down until he gets the ball back). This is their thing. Carter does not, and will not, play catch with me no matter how hard I try. Our thing is music:)<br />
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Anyhow, after Thanksgiving the ball went missing. I had taken it to my parents' house that day and we just couldn't find it. Travis kept asking about the ball. "Have you seen Ball-y?" "Let's go buy another Ball-y." BALL-Y! Who'd have thunk 10 1/2 months ago that my tough hubby would start using phrases like this in everyday conversation. Without the ball we had to find other ways to hold his attention for more than 10 seconds. <br />
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Baths work:<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At Thanksgiving (all 3 of them so far) Carter was spoiled with tastes of all the food. His interest in baby food is getting less and less. He wants whatever we are eating. So, while I was eating all the yummy goodies-so was he! He likes mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes (mashed and sliced), bread, pumpkin pie, jello and marshmallow dessert, and especially whipped cream. On a side note, I usually feed him very healthy, balanced meals. This was just a really big treat! We loved seeing our family too!</div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">As much as I despise winter, I adore decorating for Christmas. I couldn't wait to see how Carter would react when the tree was lit for the first time. I plugged it in and Carter stared at it, then at me, and back at the tree. I think he was more confused than amazed. He really likes this Santa, though.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vMb92uh5K0W359YIAGlfcrrpzS3oy-X0mngGvUlkoxKSHvkqiPbZ1hdBCP9zG478-Q3AajuiXkn-gQalHg_U7oit7oVYa7TFDmOMt90DedQdbSJh97z-r9Suk914GS0ptVr1Z6TmBbYZ/s1600/Picture+431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vMb92uh5K0W359YIAGlfcrrpzS3oy-X0mngGvUlkoxKSHvkqiPbZ1hdBCP9zG478-Q3AajuiXkn-gQalHg_U7oit7oVYa7TFDmOMt90DedQdbSJh97z-r9Suk914GS0ptVr1Z6TmBbYZ/s320/Picture+431.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fYLVQubV7ACk9Qo3qz3WSMmF-5InN2ahxl1zy6xqhx1Q7VuK-WAB1sT9vLdX9s7wt4HFBlSDHQ40UTF_ezxmDP4YSAJ-6Bwx9bLVcMh_cullLDDAv9Tldyz_OJB6IJ9JdxilQIQDAHpW/s1600/Picture+428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fYLVQubV7ACk9Qo3qz3WSMmF-5InN2ahxl1zy6xqhx1Q7VuK-WAB1sT9vLdX9s7wt4HFBlSDHQ40UTF_ezxmDP4YSAJ-6Bwx9bLVcMh_cullLDDAv9Tldyz_OJB6IJ9JdxilQIQDAHpW/s320/Picture+428.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Carter is still working on that fourth tooth this week. This one is the roughest yet. On the positive side, he is all about mommy while this is going on. Whereever I go, he crawls there. If I am standing somewhere, he is sitting between my legs. If I am sitting somewhere, he is trying to sit in my lap. He wants hugs, smooches, and high fives non-stop. This is great because Carter has despised cuddling from the beginning. I am soaking it all in because I know it will not last forever.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IyUWguxzyboI1J2FgITgHdlqV9Ykd6Ai8vihBn88HLpO9-d_JnPgOhyrBbh3CX8ElGeCTogF_btEHqsmwHVvJVTN4SHiGJ-R_pJQEk2EtmVD1bl44nYvC0OuvXetcJCSM1QSsvZcizxs/s1600/Picture+423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IyUWguxzyboI1J2FgITgHdlqV9Ykd6Ai8vihBn88HLpO9-d_JnPgOhyrBbh3CX8ElGeCTogF_btEHqsmwHVvJVTN4SHiGJ-R_pJQEk2EtmVD1bl44nYvC0OuvXetcJCSM1QSsvZcizxs/s320/Picture+423.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vMb92uh5K0W359YIAGlfcrrpzS3oy-X0mngGvUlkoxKSHvkqiPbZ1hdBCP9zG478-Q3AajuiXkn-gQalHg_U7oit7oVYa7TFDmOMt90DedQdbSJh97z-r9Suk914GS0ptVr1Z6TmBbYZ/s1600/Picture+431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546954693044614965.post-21469609820924037832010-11-24T16:49:00.000-08:002010-11-24T16:49:07.252-08:00Remembering Nana V.My dear Carter Lee,<br />
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Our little family is so blessed to have such wonderful friends and family that surround and support us. With all my heart, I wish that one of those people were your daddy's mom, your nana. Three years ago, grandma Melody went to live with Jesus in heaven. She was sick for a while, and God wanted to make her well again by calling her home. We miss her everyday, especially your dad.<br />
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My heart breaks that you didn't have the chance to meet her. You'd have really loved her, and she would have adored (and spoiled) you. Here are a few things that we want you to know about her:<br />
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1. She was a wonderful mom. Your dad has told me numerous times that your grandma was his best friend.<br />
2. She was hilarious! Her jokes weren't always appropriate, and she always said exactly what she thought, but if you were around her, you were most definitely laughing. Your grandma's laugh was the LOUDEST laugh I have ever heard. Once, when your dad was a teenager, he heard her laughing clear across Meijer.<br />
3. She loved every single holiday. The house was always decked out with holiday decorations. For Halloween, she wore this hideous old man mask and would jump out and scare anyone she could. For weeks I would be nervous walking around their house for fear of her and her mask.<br />
4. She was the best cook! I still make a lot of her recipes.<br />
5. She was kind and caring. At her viewing and funeral, so many people came to show and tell us how much Melody meant to them.<br />
6. She would have loved you so much!!!<br />
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One day you'll get to meet her...and hopefully she doesn't have her old man mask on:)Amber Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650705854202120280noreply@blogger.com1