For the record

I was talking with my sister, Rachel today and she reminded me of a few things I need to blog before I forget them. 

First, a couple of weeks ago my mom, my sister Sam and I took my kids to dinner at McDonald's.  We ate in the play place and sat at two small tables next to each other. During the course of dinner, we moved the high chair between the two tables trapping Carter.  As stated previously Carter has a hard time communicating.  So, when Carter was done eating lunch he noticed he was trapped. 

First he pushed, it wouldn't move so he became angry.  He pushed harder, then the rage began.  He staring hitting the highchair.  That was not enough to dispel his rage so, purple with furry he began biting the chair.  My mom and sister could not contain their laughter.  I am working to help Carter communicate his needs but sometimes at the end of a long day the kid just needs to bite a chair. 

The next story involves the same family members.  After a typical target shopping trip (tantrums, whining, falling, timeouts) we were headed to the parking lot.  The kids had eaten all of the snacks I brought.

Carter was whining that he was hungry.  I tried to explain to him that we would eat in a couple of minutes when we were home.  This just made him mad.  So, I held out my empty cupped hand and offered him invisible food.  He then took the "food", looked at it, became more angry and threw the "food."  I almost peed my pants. 

The last story is from today.  I was at my sister Rachel's house.  While there Carter was calling Rachel's dog Penny something we could not understand.  After hearing him say it a couple of times I realized he was calling her Money.  Apparently he knew she was a currency and figured Money worked well as a substitute.

Love you Carter. 

(This post is dedicated to Carter's future wife, who will one day come to me with her sweet, beautiful, wild, belligerent son and wonder where he came from.  I will say to her, "Please refer to family blog book 2010, in the month of July."