beautiful.

Carter discovered a new word recently: beautiful.  It was the sweetest thing when it happened too.  One morning, after getting much less sleep than desired, feeling like my jeans were tighter than they should be and watching my face break out like a 13 year old girl he randomly walked into our room and genuinely said, "Mom, you are so beautiful and nice. I love you."  It melted my heart.  Suddenly I didn't care about the tight pants and tired eyes.  I knelt down, gave him the biggest hug and was so proud of my sweet son.

But then, the next day, he walked in again.  This time it was, "Mom, this is such a beautiful bathroom.  Thanks!"

Hmmm.....

And this weekend when entering Costco on a busy Sunday afternoon: "WOW!  What a BEAUTIFUL store!"

So, the word still remains but might not be as sweet and genuine as the first time he used it.  Oh well, it still makes me feel like a million bucks when he says it about me. 

 And completely unrelated.  Matt bought me (well, the kids) popsicle molds for mother's day last year and I had yet to use them.  So I whipped up a mixed berry/greek yogurt/flaxseed/OJ/spinach smoothie and poured it the molds.  Carter loves his "special treat" and has no idea that its healthy!

And he loves to never, ever, ever wear pants.