Carter's last solo hurrah

Since Lorein is due next week, this is probably Carter's last chance to get his own post. Hopefully it's a good one. Oh, and Carter is really stuck on calling the new baby "Octupus." Today, I suggested a different name and Carter got really sad. But then he brightened up and said "How 'bout Octupus?!" Maybe it's a nickname that'll stick. We do have high hopes for their relationship, though. He tells everyone in Nursery he's going to have a baby brother and he's a pretty sweet boy. I think he'll be a good big brother.

Grandma Shari and Grandpa Chris came to visit and took Carter to some of his favorite things -- trains and horses. By the way, the horse's name is actually Mr. Cowboy.

We also got to hit up the San Antonio Rodeo, which was a lot of fun. It's refreshingly stripped of pretense and diva-ism. They move from event to event without interminable fanfare, and, if the contestants fail, they just ride on to wait for another chance while the crowd applauds in an attempt to buoy their spirits. I left a big fan and hope we can catch a few more rodeos before we leave Texas.

As you can see, we all got into the cowboy spirit . . . which of course meant that Woody had to come along. And now Carter won't go to Church unless he's wearing his cowboy boots.

And lastly, Carter has officially become a little boy. He climbs all over the furniture, jumping from couch to ottoman and back again. He loves the swings and the slides (although he still has his mother's OCD since he won't go down the slide if it's dirty) and is really, really fun to be around.

Next likely post: Baby time.