This morning I asked Bob to teach Con how to shave using a razor. Connor has been shaving at least a year now but uses an electric shaver. I have asked him all week to shave and his response is that he can’t find his razor since we redid everything downstairs.

So, I have had enough of that and informed Bob that he needs to teach his son to use a razor so there are no excuses anymore. I threw in the line “…and teach Carter too, he really needs to start shaving” (although I really only want him to use an electric one at this point). Carter, who has super hero hearing if his name is mentioned and is deaf any other time, yells….”NO! I am not shaving my manstache“. I answer, “oh, yes you are, we told you and your brother no facial hair to you are at least 16” (Connor can’t anyway for highschool) Carter’s response…

“That is not fair. You get to have a mustache”

*sigh*

Carter to Dad:

What is a housewife?

Sad thing? Neither of us had a clue how to explain that. Best example I could come up with in modern culture? Marge Simpson.

For those of you who don’t know Club Penguin is quite the dating scene for younger kids. Carter has had this girl “chick” (which is appropriate to say since she is a penguin) following him around asking him to “be more than friends”. Here is their conversation:

Carter: Listen
Chick: You listen
Carter: We are not meant to be
Chick: does *crying* sign
Carter: We are just not compatible
Chick: We are not over yet

Mama always told him chicks can be crazy……

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A little background for any newer readers who don’t know Carter. Carter has a very special soul and an extremely unique way of seeing things. He was born with spina bifida and was diagnosed with high functioning autism. He is now 11. He is adorable and his unique perspective on life cracks us up daily. I write Carterisms down on my blog as a way to share and record them.

Me: Someday you will grow up and meet a wonderful girl to marry.

Carter: Are you crazy? Why in the world would I want to be stuck with one girl the rest of my life?

Last night my heart was broken into a million pieces. It was a night a knew would come but it shocked me none-the-less. Here is the conversation as I went to tuck Carter in last night:

Carter: “Mom, I know this might upset but I need you to be strong”

Me: “Um, okay, what’s up?”

Carter: “I am seriously thinking about giving up a story before bed each night”

Me: “WHAT? WHY? I can’t sleep without my story!”

Carter: “Well, I don’t know if I can either but I am thinking it is time we try”.

In my head: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Obviously with Connor being close to 14 that ritual ended a long time ago with him. But, it has still lingered around with my “baby”. I love my two boys equally, with all my heart yet, differently. I have spent so many nights praying that he be OK and listening to monitors beep away. I don’t think I could count all the nights spent in hospitals worrying while he slept if I tried. Our bond is just different. I guess maybe like two people who fight together through a war…

I have seen the signs coming. He is getting more and more independent. He is setting his own goals in therapy (occupational) and only wants to work on things that give him more independence. He is becoming much more aware of himself and girls! All of a sudden he has a greater understanding of his place in this world. He is maturing.

And yes, I know, that Carter has lingered in his younger years longer than most due to his ‘challenges’ and I should be happy to see him growing up a bit more but I am not ready to let go.

Guess it doesn’t matter if I am or not though.

Guess I will have to tell myself a story from now on. I think it will go like this…

Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Stars, Goodnight Big Boy, Hello Little Man.

Carter has gotten into spitting lately. Well, not really spitting but making the noise that he is. Of course both Bob and I are not allowing it but this is how our cuddle/tickle session went yesterday:

Carter is tickling me and ‘spits’.

Me: No, don’t do that. I have already told you that is not OK. It is GROSS!

Carter: It may be gross to girls but not to boys. It is on page 1 of the Man Book mom. I know, I read it!

Seriously, how does this kid come up with this stuff? And dear heavens, is there a such thing as the Man Book?

Just wanted to throw something quick up to say thanks for all the calls, emails, and notes for Carters surgery tomorrow. If all goes as it should this will be a super quick shunt replacement and we should be home Tues. afternoon.

I will update everyone through a whrrl story so you can follow that in any of these ways.You only need to do one of them to get the updates.

1. Sign up for an account there and add me as a friend: http://whrrl.com/ If you do this, you will get an email everytime I publish a new story.
2. Check the front of page of the blog for my latest whrrl story which over the next two days will be updates on how he is. Keep hitting refresh–it is good for my stats (hee hee)

and with that I am going to bed and leaving you with one cute Carterism:

Me: You are the cutest kid ever

Carter: Yeah, you can take that to the bank!