Florida Vacation Part I

Almost one year ago, I moved away from a home, town, church, family, and friends that I love so very much.  Over this past year, I have yearned to be home.  The opportunity came and I was excited.  Beau took 2 weeks off of work and my parents graciously paid for the plane tickets so that all 6 of us could visit Florida. 

It takes much preparation to vacation with a large family, especially when 3 of them are 5 years old and younger.  But, I made my numerous lists and began organizing early.  Sadly, I enjoyed the organizing and planning (that's the part of me that my family teases me about). 

Beau and I began praying about the plane trip weeks ago.  None of the little boys had ever flown and Oliver doesn't handle any new situations very well.  Needless to say, we simply didn't know what each of their reactions was going to be.  We have heard news reports where families were thrown off of planes because their children wouldn't settle down.  We didn't want to be one of those families.  God had his hand on this whole trip.  The boys handled the entire trip through the airport, going through security, and riding on the airplane with excellent behavior, obedience, and calmness.  Beau and I said there were 7 obstacles we had to clear on this day, and already we had successfully cleared 5 of them.  I had prepared each boy with their own backpack filled with fun new things and yummy snacks that they don't usually get at home (like fruit roll ups, gushers, and their favorite candy).  Yes, there were some healthy things in their backpacks too.  They each had their V-Reader with new story cartridges and a set of earphones.  At the last minute, Beau bought a little portable DVD player too.  We were as prepared as possible.  And each of the big people had their assigned "hand buddy" as well.  Beau was in charge of Carter, I was in charge of Oliver, and Zander was in charge of William. 

This is just after we landed in the Orlando Airport and waiting for Beau to retrieve our luggage. 

As the plane took off, Oliver and Carter literally giggled.  They loved the exhilaration of the lift off.  Will, however, smiled big while holding onto daddy's hand tightly.  The 3 hour plane flight went smoothly and the boys were so well behaved. 

Our last 2 obstacles remained;  getting our luggage and securing our rental car.  Other than waiting over an hour for our reserved rental car with 3 very anxious boys, the 7 obstacles were tackled and completed.  Whew.  Now for the fun.

We were instantly hit with the Florida heat and immediately missed our New Hampshire climate.  Already dripping in sweat from the heat and humidity, we were eager to get into our air conditioned van.  We drove from Orlando to Orange Park so that we could make a stop by my parents house.  My boys have always loved their Nana and Poppy.  It is always a comforting feeling to be in the house where I grew up. 

Our first night there, we had dinner at Brian and Suzi's house.  It was so fun to see Riley.  He is such a sweet and happy little boy.  He and Will got along so well and they weren't ready to separate when it was time to go.  Carter and Riley are only 2 days apart.  Sure did enjoy our visit.  Great food, great company, and great cousin time.   

The next day was 4th of July and our family and our best friends enjoyed a cookout at my parents house.  My parents graciously cooked for us and we had a blast.  We got to enjoy good old fashioned Southern potato salad and banana pudding, 2 things you just can't get in New England.  We literally spent the entire day in the pool. 



Zander is smiling just before Beau dunks him. 

Just chillin'

Carter loves Jarod

So does Will

Carter was still scared of the water, so Zander was helping him.

Everybody's here, except Carter

Later that evening, we went to the Franklins for some leftovers and time to catch up.  The Franklin home has always been our second home.  I am so thankful that distance and time have not changed our relationship. 

Carter was so exhausted from a day of swimming and sun, that he had no problem taking Russell's chair to sleep.  Sorry Russ, but thanks for sharing!

Zander got to spend the night with his best friend, Jarod.  They have been buds since Zander was 6.  Zander and Jarod love each other like brothers and I am thankful for their friendship. 

The next day, Cami and I had our annual "Birthday Lunch" together at The Loop.  This is always a cherished time because we get to have uninterrupted time to catch up.  Some of the best fun a person can have is spending it with a like-minded Christian friend where your relationship is based on encouragement, support, honesty, transparency, and all centered around Christ. 

Cami is this friend for me.  I can be a total brat and know that she will not judge me.  She can be brutally honest with me and I don't take offense.  Sometimes when I am struggling with something, Beau will ask me, "Have you talked to Cami yet?".  Beau knows that even though she usually has the same advice as he, I will sometimes listen to her more easily.  I am stubborn, impatient, and sometimes a mess, but Cami consistently points me back to the Bible.  I am so thankful for our friendship. 

Of course, this picture was taken at one of our favorite places....Hobby Lobby.  And, I didn't even spend a dime while I was here. 



I also got to spend time with some other very special ladies that evening.  I went to dinner with Lauren, Betsi, and Tina.  I love these ladies.  Lauren was my maid of honor and my friend since college and I met Tina and Betsi through her.  I have been so blessed to have a special relationship with these ladies.  We always have a good time together.  We may get a little loud sometimes, but we always have fun. 

The next day, I spent time at my parents house with the kids.  Beau met some old friends for lunch and he enjoyed that time.  I also got to see another one of my dear friends, Patty.  She's a special lady because she, like Cami, was willing to get background checked for the foster agency so that she could occasionally watch my children when I had to go to court or doctor's appointments.  Her son, Josh, is also a best friend with Zander.  Josh and Zander spent the day together doing one of their favorite things....video games. 

On Saturday morning, I had the pleasure of inspecting our home that is currently occupied by tenants.  I could not have been more pleased.  When we first put our house on the market, a market that had way too many rental homes and a market where the prices for rent were considerably low, Beau and I began to pray.  We were totally trusting God with this whole decision.  Carter's adoption had not even been finalized and we were still not completely sure it was even going to happen.  But we had a peace about putting the house on the market.  I heard God say "Trust me".  Of course Beau was in New Hampshire, so preparing the home was up to me.  This is a special home to us because we felt led to buy this house and this is the home where we fostered and adopted our little ones.  So many special memories here. 

We listed the house with my friend whom I worked for for several years in the Property Management business.  Although I am a licensed Real Estate Broker and worked in the property management business for 13 years, renting my own home was a little scary.  We listed it, had one viewing, and the property rented with a 2 year lease for full asking price.  If that's not a God thing, I don't know what is.  Within the same week of the house getting rented, we finally had our date for Carter's finalization.  Again, such God timing.  Anyway, the walkthru went extremely well.  The house was immaculate, well maintained, and no signs of any damage.  The tenants were delightful and obviously cared for our home.  The tenants had even made some improvements to the home.  They have 5 small dogs, and yet, no smell or damage.  They are making arrangements to hopefully buy the home in 2 years and we are now praying about that.   God has completely protected us in our obedience to Him. 

Also on this day, Beau, Zander, and Will left for Pensacola for a very special event.  Beau's brother and sister-in-law asked him to be their son's Godfather.  Beau was so honored and felt privileged to be a part of the Baptism.  Beau is now the proud Godfather to Brett Wesley Bennett, Jr.  We love that little guy so much.  Will and his cousin, Brylee had a great time and bonded well.  For the rest of our vacation, Will wanted to go back to see Uncle Brett and his cousin Brylee.  So cute. 



Michelle, Lil Brett, Brylee, and Brett-we just love this family.

We spent 5 very quick days in Orange Park.  Not nearly enough time to see everyone we wanted to and do all the things that we wanted to.  But now it was time to visit our Daytona family.  We met Grandma and Grandpa (Beau's dad and step-mom) at a park.  Will had no trouble striking up a conversation with Grandpa.  

Norman Rockwell-esque?

After the park, we went to MaNew's house.  This is Beau's grandmother on his mom's side.  She is one of those grandmothers that everybody loves and her house is always open to her grand kids and great grand kids.  Her home has always been everyone's home.  Many memories with MaNew.  She likes to play card games (and wins most of the time.  Don't let her sweet exterior fool you, she is ruthless).  She has a hug waiting for each child, big or small.  Her lap is always available for a little one to climb into.  Her frig is always stocked.  Her smile is always genuine.  We love our MaNew. 


This sign is hanging on MaNew's front door...and it is so true.

Carter has always been Beau's little buddy.  Beau finally got Carter to relax in the pool at MaNew's and Carter even swam around in his float all by himself.  Look at those handsome smiles. 



 A little bit of MaNew lovings. 

William is almost always cold.  He only has about 5 degrees of weather in which he is comfortable.  Seeing MaNew and Aunt Donna was a great way to end our Daytona time.  Our next stop, Orlando.  That will be in a follow up blog because this is getting far too long.

The Blessings of Little Laurels

When moving to a new area, there are so many things to worry about.  Things like finding housing, making new friends, learning your way around, finding the right doctors, dentists, and yes, even hairstylists.  But most importantly, finding the right schools is at the top of most parents' lists.  That was certainly the case for us.  We were very diligent in finding the best county for schools for Zander as he was already in the public school system.  And we have been incredibly pleased with his placement.  In fact, Beau and I researched the schools and we are in the best district in the state. 

However, with the little boys, there was very little information regarding preschools.  We didn't know anybody here so we had little to go on.  We live in a tiny community with about 5000 residents.  So when we moved here, we drastically increased the population percentage.  LOL.  Preschools are very few and far between in our area.  Unless we were willing to drive 2 or 3 towns away, there was very little to choose from.  However, I passed this sweet little Red Schoolhouse almost daily.  It had a sweet playground and the school just kept catching my eye.  I asked a friend in our church who had 3 boys (much older than mine) if she could recommend a school for Will and Ollie.  Of course, it was that same little red school that I passed everyday that she highly recommended.  Her 3 boys went there when they were younger. 

Beau and I checked out a couple of schools, but we just didn't feel they were the right fit.  But when I walked into Little Laurels, that red school that kept drawing me near, I just KNEW.  The school wasn't much different from any other school I had visited over the years.  It had books, learning toys, activity centers, lots of bright colors, a fun playground, and children.  But it was the teachers that made this school warm and inviting. 

William and Oliver couldn't be more opposite.  They are close in age, just 6 months apart.  But other than that, they are very different.  William is social and mostly easy going.  He is mild tempered and funny,  Learning, however, isn't always his priority.  Oliver, however, is often found doing his own thing.  He is very detail oriented, more serious, and soaks up everything he learns. They needed teachers that could meet each one of them right where they were.  Mrs. Beckett and Mrs. Lavoie did just that.  With much love, compassion, nurturing, and plenty of patience, they took excellent care of Will and Ollie.  Every day when I dropped them off for school, I had a sense of peace.  That peace is such an important thing for a mom.  I am deeply appreciative of both of these ladies.  Although I wasn't able to volunteer in the classroom the way I wanted to this year, these women kept me aware of all the boy's milestones, their accomplishments (big and small), and their funny little stories. 

William always went to school with a smile and with enthusiasm.  He was always willing to give his teachers hugs.  He is definitely my snuggly and affectionate one.  But the biggest sign that this was the right school was that even Oliver, who never gives affection with anyone outside our family, was giving hugs and holding hands by the end of the school year with his head teacher, Mrs. Beckett.  He learned to love her and I was so thankful for that.

We were even getting excited about Carter joining this school this upcoming year, but sadly, this little red school house is closing it's doors after many years of loving, teaching, and growing children.   Like a lot of businesses these days with the current economy, there just isn't enough enrollment and dollars to keep it running.  This school and those two special ladies that took such loving care of children will be greatly missed by me and many other parents. 

To celebrate Oliver's last day of school, his class had a picnic and ice cream party.  It was so nice to spend time with my little ones, the other moms, and Mrs. Beckett and Mrs. Lavoie.  Everyone had a great time.  This is the best picture I could get with Mrs. Beckett and Oliver.  Oliver's in that stage where doesn't like having his picture taken. 

 William had a hard time deciding what toppings he wanted on his ice cream.  However, I think he ended up choosing ALL of them.  He never gives up a chance to have some sugar on top of sugar. 



Ice Cream Time!





Balloons are always fun. 



Carter had no problem joining in the bubble fun with the older kids. 





Last night, we celebrated William's Pre-K graduation from Little Laurels.  It was such an emotional time between watching him grown up and knowing that Little Laurels will be closing.  William had a great year, but being almost the youngest in his class and certainly the most petite, he will be going to Pre-K again next year, with Oliver.  I am so excited to see what changes are coming.  

They sang a bunch of songs.




This was a funny song that included dancing.  Such fun.





   

And of course, the celebatory cupcake.  Or 2.  Or perhaps 3. 







I love this little guy.

And I LOVE these ladies.
Mrs. Lavoie, Will, Mrs. Beckett

Oliver's Gotcha Day and Memorial Day Weekend

This was the first weekend in a long time that we didn't have a bunch of obligations like soccer games, birthday parties, shopping for the kids, or whatever else consumes all our time.  We had an open schedule and 4 days together.  On Friday, Will and Ollie got to go on their first field trip and Beau was the parent to take them.  They went to Andres Institute of Art which is located less than 2 miles from our home.  It is about 200 acres of natural surroundings where beautiful sculptures are located.  Although the sculptures were neat and the kids seemed to enjoy them, the most popular thing the kids enjoyed most were the red salamanders that were found throughout their hike.  Normally, Will and Oliver are in different classes and would have attended this field trip on seperate days.  But the teacher allowed them to be in the same class so that Beau could attend.  I just love their little school.  Their teachers have been such blessings to Will and Ollie. 



See how intent he is? 



Saturday, I was awakended early by my eager husband. He decided, at 6:30am that he wanted to go to the Children's Science Museum in Manchester.  Now, I was excited, but I could have waited until at least 7am before he shared his enthusiasm.  Today was an extra special day because it was Oliver's "Gotcha Day".  It was 2 years ago today, May 26 that Oliver officially became a Bennett.  We got everyone fed, dressed, and headed to the museum.  This was a big deal for us because until recently, we didn't go many places without the use of a stroller for Carter.  We were at the museum for over 2 hours (which is totally successful for a 3 yo, a 4 yo, and an almost 5 yo). 

They had so much fun.  It was neat to see their different personalities show through while they experienced each exhibit. 

Zander, of course needed no assistance and he enjoyed everything...even the kiddie area!!!

William enjoyed the robotic arm (he practiced it so long that he even managed to pick up something with the arm) and he also enjoyed the exhibit where he could design his own track and watch the ball race through it. 2

Oliver enjoyed EVERYTHING and took his time totally experiencing every single exhibit.  But his favorite was chasing the Lego train around and around the HUGE Lego replica of old Manchester.  He was very thorough with each new exhibit.  



Excavating Dinosaur Bones



Carter, on the other hand, enjoyed each exhibit for about 1 second.  The young children's area where you could build with blocks, excavate dinosaur fossils, and play in the vegetable garden was Carter's favorite.  So needless to say, we were all on different speeds.  Beau, Zander, and I took turns with each of the 3 littles ones while we let them indulge themselves at each display.  Such a fun time.

You can never have too much of a good thing......LOL

Afterwards, we went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant.  This should be no surprise, because Beau and Zander's absolute favorite food is Mexican.  In fact, they could probably eat that every day of the week.  We had a nice lunch.  Little Carter fell asleep in his high chair.  We obviously wore him out. 

On the way home, we stopped at the store to buy the boys new helmets.  They have begun to ride their bikes way TOO fast that it became necessary for them to wear helmets all the time.  The sun was beginning to go down, the cooler air was setting in, and the boys had such a nice time.  Such a beautiful way to end Oliver's special day.  It is amazing to watch Oliver grow, learn, and flourish. 

 

On Sunday, our family attended a cookout that was hosted by a friend of Will's from preschool.  Their family lives just a few houses down the street from us.  William's friend, Abby, is a little girl that he has followed around since he started school up here.  I hear about Abby EVERY single day.  Beau and I actually considered going to her house the "back way" so that he wouldn't know how to get there because knowing our Will-Will, he is likely to go there on his own one day.  We joked that if Will ever goes missing, we would probably find him at her house. 

We had much needed family time, made lots of new memories, and we are thankful for all the relationships that we are building slowly both through our church and school. 

Braces, Poetry, and all that other stuff.....

Zander has always been an active boy.  He began playing learning games on the computer when he was 3, started reading and playing soccer when he was 4, had a major obsession with Legos and Star Wars when he was 5, loved his gymnastics classes when he was also 5, became interested in video games when he was 6, had a passion for reading (always), loved playing math games (with his dad, and still does) and being on the math team at school.  He began Cub Scouts in 3rd grade and loves camping.  Now he loves Chess and enjoys that club at school.  Some of these interests have come and gone, but some have remained a passion in his life. 

But recently, Zander became interested in poetry.  Now, we always read ALOT to Zander and he loved Dr. Seuss and enjoyed Shel Silverstein, which were simple forms of poetry.  But when his English teacher announced they were going to do a 6 week survey of poetry, he moaned and groaned.  However, as the weeks progressed and as the teacher began reading some poetry to the class, Zander was hooked.  It was so exciting to see a new "spark" in Zander.  It seems to take a lot now to pique his interest.  Zander began writing poems that were meaningful, insightful, and full of emotion.  These are not words that I would have ever used previously to describe Zander.  Not because he doesn't possess these qualities, but because he simply suppressed these emotions.  Anybody that knows Zander knows that he is a "to the point", "everything is black and white", "bottomline", thinker who excels in things like math and science.  Definitely not creative, emotional, and vulnerable.  But I am so thankful that poetry has opened a door to Zander's heart and has allowed him the opportunity to express himself.  We all need a place where we can purge all those thoughts and put them into a beautiful form. 

Yesterday, Zander's English class put together a Poetry Cafe.  Each child in his class presented their own version of creativity, but his teacher hand selected a few students who got to invite their parents.  Zander got to read his own poems and give a short summary of who they are as a poet.  I sat there watching a young man deliver words that were full of passion and emotion.  Needless to say, it made me cry.  It was neat to see him evolve into new territory. 

Another new milestone occured this week...BRACES.  Since Zander's teeth had fully come in, he has been very self-conscious about this smile.  His bottom row of teeth were incredibly crowded, so much so, that he had 2 teeth growing behind the first row of teeth.  It gave him the appearance of have 2 rows of teeth.  Well, the day he had been looking forward to finally came this week.  He had his braces put on and he was truly excited.  I am not foolish, however, because I know that excitment will wear off soon.  Actually, it already has somewhat.  He is still skiddish about eating and how if feels in his sore mouth. But with time, that will wear off.  In 2 years, my already handsome son will have beautiful teeth.  Hopefully he will feel that it was worth it!


Finally got a good one!!



Zander would not open his mouth for the picture, but Will proudly did.  LOL

Mother's Day

As I become older, and hopefully wiser, I continually grow deeper appreciation for the role of a mother.  Being the mom of 4 very individual boys with different sets of personalities and backgrounds, I have had many opportunites to practice patience, learn new parenting skills, and see just how big my heart can love.  However, this blog isn't another my own children.  Rather, it is to celebrate the relationship that I have with my own mom. 


My mom and I in 1990 ish. 

 Growing up, I was one of those kids that was rebelious, stubborn, insisted on learning my lessons the hard way, and just plain difficult.  I always knocked heads with my mom.  Back then, I resented her "being in my business".  I didn't need to be told what to do because I already had all the answers.  My teenage years were rough.  The more I rebelled, the more she became involved, and then the more I became sneaky.  But I am so lucky that she was one of THOSE moms.  She never stopped inserting herself in my life.  The harder I pushed, the harder she tried.  I didn't appreciate it then, but I sure do now. 


Also 1990 ish....don't get distracted by all that hair. 

Even now, my mom and I are very different people.  She takes her time. I am impatient.  She has a more classic sense of style.  I like lots of colors.  We decorate our homes differently.  We drive differently.  We communicate differently.  You can perhaps chalk that up to me being adopted, or simply we are just different.  I still have my stubborn streaks, although I mask it far better now than I ever have.  These differences used to frustate me.  However, now, I have grown to appreciate them.  I don't always understand them, but I embrace them. 




As I approach 40, I see things differently because I have gained wisdom and perspective. My mom and I don't agree on many things, but I have come to love and appreciate her more with every year.  When I moved to New Hamspshire, I knew that being seperated from my parents was going to be hard, but probably necessary so that I could come to this new appreciation for our relationship.  The one thing that I can say with absolute certainity about my mom and dad is that they will always be in my corner despite our different opinions.  I am very fortunate to have the childhood that I had, the tough lessons I learned as a teenager, and the growing up that had to happen as a young adult.  I am blessed because my parents were there during the whole process. 

Mom and Dad visited New Hampshire for Mother's Day 2012

My Mom on Mother's Day 2012

My parents did a great job loving, providing, and supporting me.  However, I am now in the loving hands of my husband. I am completely grateful for his leadership, strength, wisdom, and love that he provides for our family. Having such loving parents of my own taught me how to have a loving relationship with my husband. Thank you mom and dad.

Life Lessons

As parents, you teach your children all the basic moral lessons you can squeeze into just a short time.  When you first bring home that sweet bundle of joy, 18 years seems like a very long time.  Plenty of time to teach them all they need to know.  But now, we are in the teenage years.  I remember having a hard time being an early teen.  But I never imagined how hard it was going to be as a mother of a teenager  As they get older, the lessons become harder to teach.  Partly, because the lessons become more serious and partly because as they become teenagers your children apparently already know everything.  In any case, Bruce and I are feeling the pressures of knowing that we really only have Zander under our wings for a few more years.  Now I do realize that although I would like to think Zander is under my control, the truth is Zander belongs to God.  God is in control and no matter what I do as a mom, God has a special plan for Zander's life.  The thoughts of him moving away to attend college frighten me, especially if his current behaviors and habits are to be an indication of future performance. 

My son recently encountered an opportunity to be the "bigger person" in a difficult situation.  He and 3 other boys had a huge History project to work on that took about a month to complete.  One boy in particular had the knack of pushing all of Zander's buttons (and pushing the buttons of the other teammates) and became delighted in doing so. I would love to report that Zander took the high road and made the right decision. Sadly, that was not the case.


Now, Zander is quite an intelligent guy but he also comes with very hard set opinions about most things.  As his mother, I sat by just watching this situation brewing.  Bruce and I both talked to Zander daily about trying to see the other boy's perspective.  We talked about keeping his cool.  Showing kindness, mercy, and most of all tolerance.  After all, God made everybody different.  We are not called to necessarily LIKE everyone, but we are certainly called to LOVE them.  Or at the very least, find a way to get along. 
Naturally, I would have rather this situation not occured.  But it did and now I was faced with dealing with the consequences.  And so was Zander.    I know there is always a lesson in everything.  There will be trials and opportunites for growth.  I just didn't want this one.  After much talking and praying with Zander, restrictions made and priviledges removed, my apologies made to the child's mother, Bruce and I thought we were done.  But no.  Zander had not make the necessary apologies to the teammate.  Without getting into the long details of this situation, Zander simply did not handle himself in a manner that would please God.  Things like pride, stubborness, and intolerance became the emotions that fed Zander's behavior.  It is so hard to sit by and watch our children stumble in the same areas we did when we were young.  We want to protect our children.   But sometimes the only thing for a parent to do is to remain silent....for a time. 
At the conclusion of this project, Zander went up to the father and son and with a very sincere, heavy heart, he apologized.  The father came to me afterwards and praised Zander for his genuineness and acknowledged that Zander did this from his own repetence.  I know the lessons are going to be hard for Zander.  Afterall, he is my son.  I was an incredibly stubborn young lady and the only lessons I learned in life were always learned the hard way.

A dear friend told me that when she prays for her son, she no longer prays the same way she used to.  No longer does she simply pray for her son to make the right decisions or for him to do what is right.  Instead, she prays that God would convict her son so that he can remain right with God.  My friend is very smart and I too have begun praying that way.  Bruce and I are here to nurture, teach, love, discipline, and enjoy our children.  But it is HIS job to grab a hold of Zander's heart. 

So now, we wait for the next lesson in Zander's life and pray that he has grown from this experience.  I love Zander and I am proud of him. 

Carter's 3rd Birthday

For the few of you that are following my blog, I am trying to play catch up.  My blogs are going to be out of order for the next few posts as I insert all the "stuff" that needs to be translated to words. 

On April 15, 2009, Arrie Keyon Carter was born.  I didn't know the little guy yet and I was home tending to my family that was comprised of a husband, 2 sons, 1 foster son, and 1 foster daughter.  I was busy and couldn't even imagine having another BOY!  But God has such a different plan for us.  On Friday, June 26, 2009, my foster daughter was reunited with her family.  Beau and I, although sad, were very relieved.  We thought this was an opportunity to relax and focus on our 3 boys.  That weekend was so nice, calm, and relaxing.  It was much needed.  However, Monday afternoon, on June 29, 2009, I received a call from our beloved Gordon  (foster child placement coordinator).   He had a 2 1/2 month old baby boy that needed placement.  I did not hesitate and said yes.  Of course.

 Now, I naturally fell in love with him instantly.  But my deep affection was nothing in comparison to Beau's bond with Carter.  (We called him Carter from the beginning because Arrie and Ollie sounded too close and was confusing William).  Beau loves all his boys greatly and has a special bond with each, but Carter struck a deep and penetrating place in Beau's heart.  Carter was very quickly looking for Beau during the day and listening for his voice.  He smiled every time Beau was near.  He preferred Beau's loving arms to my own.  Carter was the easiest baby I had ever been around.  He was good natured, easy to soothe, slept well, ate well, and was even good at entertaining himself.  We were all taken in by Carter.  He was much loved by his 3 brothers too.  Carter became "Will's baby", and Ollie even learned to be gentle with Carter.  After having 2 other little brothers, Zander was able to more confidently hold and feed Carter.  It even became natural to Zander.  Actually, I was very thankful for Zander's help during this time because I now had a 2 month old, an 18 month old, and a 2 year old.  Yikes!
Carter quickly became part of the family and it seemed he was chasing his older brothers around too soon.  After a long adoption process, Carter became ours shortly after he turned 2.

 
I am sitting here now looking at my 3 year old.  I am kind of sad because I know he is our last son and I will not have anymore little babies.  But I also cherish the fact that I am almost done with diapers.  I love this age because he is beginning to learn so many new things.  But that sweet, easy going baby has turned into a singing, mischievous, funny little boy.  He sings with such soul.  He gets into everything (with a smile on his face).  And we can already see such a funny sense of humor developing.  It's such a joy to watch him.  He does everything with such enthusiasm, all while walking on his tippy toes.  He makes funny faces that remind us of  Grover, which is now his new nickname.  I even say that when he sleeps, he looks guilty of something.  But then that sweet little thumb in his mouth, and the favorite corner of the pillowcase brushed up on his nose, and he is the little baby I remembered from the beginning. 

What a pleasure it is to be his mom and dad.  I sure do love you, Carter Ashton.  Happy Birthday!

Carter requested a green cake.  Where is Cami when you need her?

Daddy and Carter