Saying daa daa...

We dont' really know for sure if he means to say daa daa, but there's really no other way to get it wrong, so..maybe?? He says it all the time. Of course, I wanted him to learn ma ma first, but I figured I get to be home with him during the day when his dad doesn't get to be. So that makes it worth it to wait till he learns how to say ma ma.

Lately, when carson is on the floor and he's starting to fuss, he reminds me of a toddler, he buries his head in the floor, covering his eyes with both hands and crys to make you feel bad that you have to go get him and and pick him up to love on him. It's pretty darn funny.

Also, with the baby food adventures, carson likes to (as most babies do) like to blow rasberrie kisses as he's sloshing the food around in his mouth, so that it just splatters all over himself, and mom too!! Its' fun I suppose to get a little involved in the mess with carcar.

Here are some pictures from over the weekend...

determined to get the moving object
too much to drink, perhaps mr. c
your so stinkin cute