Carter's Preschool Graduation

Carter is done with preschool! If you ask him if he's in school he will bluntly tell you "No! I graduated!"

It was a very proud moment for him and a very bitter-sweet moment for Mom! But doesn't he look handsome in his cap and gown!

The ceremony was nice and typical. A slide show of the kids followed by the procession of 4 year old's being coaxed on where to go to get their diploma and then to hold still so that Mom and Dad can snap a few photos of the occasion.

Here is Kyle being very good waiting for the program to start.

We had to wait 45 minutes after we dropped Carter off at his room before the whole thing got started. Cammie wasn't about to sit still so I followed behind her as she walked around the chapel, (Carter went to a Christian preschool) pausing only when she would come to a new group of people so that they could tell her how pretty she looked in her dress. Once she received the compliment she was after she would walk away very obviously pleased with the attention. I swear she is such a Diva!

The afore mentioned moment for pictures.

He looks so Little!

He insisted on wearing his cap crooked.

The Graduating Class

Our Princess!

This picture is a little out of order, but isn't she cute!

Look at that Handsome little Man.

(Remind you of anyone?)

Grandma and Grandpa made it to town just in time! Carter was thrilled to have them there.

Such a sweet little guy! Lets hope that Kindergarten is just as fun for him!

Double Trouble

Every parent wants their kids to grow up being friends right? In my case my two sons running around, playing together. Buddies. Pals working as a team. Sounds wonderful right? Well, not always. Usually when they are working together it's because they are working against Me! They are still really young (4 1/2 and 3) so working against me usually consists of watching each others back so that they can get into something they're not supposed to.
Case in point:
The other day I was on the phone with my sister. She was helping me do something on the computer so my attention was completely absorbed. No problem because Cammie was still asleep and the boys were nicely watching t.v. together in my room. I was on the phone for 15 minutes tops, and about ready to hang up when Carter comes out and says, "Mom you'd better come see what Kyle did!" (I guess he thought that being the one to tell me first and blame it on the other guy would get him off the hook. It didn't!)
I walked in to my room to find this:

Trust me when I say that the pictures don't do it justice - it was much much messier that it looks.

I kind of could help but laugh at first, even stopping to take the obvious pictures. They were quite amused with themselves too.

As I started helping them clean it up I found more and more piles. Then I started to get upset about all of the waste as I came across empty roll after empty roll. Rolls that I had just bought the day before!

My amusement at the situation diminished completely as they continued to throw around the T.P. while I kept trying to clean it up. So they got a big lecture about mess, waste, and my general disappointment in their behavior - you know, the usual. Then off to their room for the punishment - 20 minutes on their beds with no toys, books, or anything fun!

I thought I'd take that opportunity to take a quick shower. As I'm getting ready to grab my towel and dry off I suddenly remember bits of a conversation I had with my 3 year old while I was distracted earlier.

Kyle: "I wiped my own Butt after I went poo!"

Mom: "What? You need me to come wipe your butt?"

Kyle: " No, I already did it. I used your towel."

Mom (still busy) thinks: I should really look into that.

So I drop the towel on the floor and get out of the shower soaking wet to grab a robe and immediately fetch a clean towel from the hallway closet before I forget again.

Nice way to start the morning.

Even though I do want my boys to be buddies, and work together, and basically grow up being the best of friends, sometimes that backfires and I get Double Trouble instead.

Disclaimer:

I didn't find any physical proof of Kyle wiping his own butt on my towel (or in his underwear), but I threw it in the wash right away just in case.