This weekend Carter & I sat down to write out thank you notes to folks that made his birthday so special. I typed up some words & left fill-in-the-blanks for him.
Last year he could sign his name. This year he just needed to sound out the words he had in mind or copy the words on the gift. He was into it through the 1st and 2nd card, by card 7 dad came in and looked at me like I might be channeling my inner tiger mom.
I explained why it was important to take the time to tell people that we're thankful.
He asked me how many more.
I went through the list of party guests.
His eyes lit up with each name, recalling their gift.
Then he looked at me. Carter: "Mom? What did you get me?"
Me: "Daddy & I got you the trip to NY & the party & the mummy cake, pal."
He takes a minute to ponder. looking me in the eye. looks off to the side.
looks back at me and says with a nice-try grin
Carter: "You didn't get me a present mom."
For a moment I considered a correction along the lines of
"We asked you, Carter, What you wanted for your birthday. We said you could choose anything. Trust me, at a point I was kind of hoping you'd say Disney World because I'm itching to take you and your dad has a soft spot for giving us what we want. But you said you wanted a party in NY with family/friends that live up there, like last year. I even mentioned Great Wolf Lodge, and a few other local ideas but you stood firmly by your idea. Besides, son, do you have any idea what it cost to get our whole family there & back & have a party & get a custom cake???"
Me: nice-try grin right back at him.














