Yesterday Carson got up at 7 am, right at the time I was planning to get up to get Baylee ready for school so it worked out perfectly. Once Baylee was on her way to school we came home and hung out most of the day. At one point Carson was running around the house naked since he hates wearing clothes so much and he wrote 'wet' on his iPad. Not really sure what he meant I checked the iPad to make sure that he hadn't peed on it, but it was dry. It then dawned on me that he may be telling me that he did need to pee though. I asked him if he needed to go pee in the potty like a big boy. He got up from the floor and walked into the guest bathroom. It took a little coaxing with warm water and the promise of a sucker but he did eventually pee in the potty!
I have to admit I was pretty excited about that. It seemed to me like he was trying to communicate the best he knew how to tell me that he needed to go. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he was wanting to go swimming, I really have no idea, and because of that I am going to stand firm that my theory is correct and he needed to pee.
When Baylee got home from school it was time to get ready to go trick-or-treating. I did her zombie make-up first because I knew that it would take a little bit. When I went to check on Carson in his room it was apparent that he had pooped. I went into the living room to grab the open pack of wipes and by the time I made it back to his room he had taken off his diaper and was bouncing on his floor. Unfortunately I had a bit of a mess to clean up. It was everywhere. On the floor, all over Carson and some of his toys. Baylee was lecturing him on how disgusting and unsanitary it was to have poop all over the place. If it wasn't so sad it may have been funny. When everything was cleaned up Mike got Carson dressed while I finished the last details for Baylee and we were off to get some candy!
We drove to my sister's old neighborhood and met up with my best friend Sarah and her family. We bought the wagon with us thinking that it would probably be more comfortable than the stroller that Carson has now out-grown. His legs now dangle off the front of it. But much to our surprise he wanted to walk. I don't think he every got the idea of why we were going up to strange people's houses but I don't think he cared either. He was just following his sissy around. We would have to walk with him, hold his bag and hold his hand (or arm) to steady him but you could see that he was having a good time and seemed to be really proud of himself for trying to be a big boy.
After about a half an hour he wanted us to carry him most of the time and absolutely refused to get into the wagon. At one point he was falling asleep on Mike's shoulder and when I asked him if I could hold him he shook his head no. When he did finally come to me the police pulled up beside us with their lights on and snapped him right out of dreamland. He is fascinated with police cars, ambulances and fire trucks. An officer got out of the car and came over to us and gave each of the kids candy. Carson was more happy to be so close to a real police car.
Baylee was in a hurry to get to more houses and Carson was really starting to get heavy so I laid him down in the wagon on a blanket that i had stuffed into the hole where his feet should've gone. He didn't fight me to get out this time. I think his little legs just couldn't take it any more. He got comfortable, taking off his shoes and socks and just hung out the rest of the time. People were cracking up at his approach to trick-or-treating but only because it was genius.
On the way back to the car we passed a firetruck on a side street and Mike grabbed Carson up onto his shoulders and took him over to see it. They too were handing out candy. By the time we got to the car we had been out for almost the full 2 hours and were exhausted. Carson fell asleep in the car but woke up when we got home. Since he had taken a power nap he was up until almost 2am. It was worth it though. Seeing him wanting to do it himself and being so proud of himself.
This morning he went straight to his candy bag, put it on the floor and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. A sucker. After breakfast I let him have it. He earned it.
Daddy holding on while Carson chews on his costume :)
Getting a ride!
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