
In my ongoing endeavor to find out how smart and advanced Carter is, I offered him $120 to stop crying the other night, but he didn't take it. That doesn't bode well for his street sense. I mean, he didn't even need to actually fall asleep. He could've just pretended and I would've paid him all the same. Oh well, maybe he'll be good at chess.
On a related note, he had his first fever last night. He was crying and we couldn't figure out what was wrong, so of course, we put him in his warmest pjs and kept wrapping him in blankets. He just went on screaming (my boy has finally found his lungs) and we were dumbfounded b/c he wouldn't eat or anything. Finally, we thought, "what if he's hot?" We took off his pjs and sure enough, the kid was boiling. I laid him next to me by the window, and he started to cool down. Of course, he made us pay for our stupidity by peeing in our bed and making us change the sheets at 5am. Anyway, his fever broke and he's been happy as a clam today.

"My Daddy's so handsome!"

Check out his sweet duds from Richard, Betsey, and future girlfriend Nora.

"I hate it when Mommy dresses me up to match her! She's so mean!"
Actually, I couldn't stop laughing after I took this picture. He wasn't even crying -- he just made this super sad face right when I pushed the shutter.