dinner with a toddler.

It is seriously the stupidest thing ever. Especially when you are at a restaurant... a restaurant that doesn't have highchairs.

taking flight.

My bro is a pilot.

In his spare time.

And without a doubt Carson's hero.

I am a scared, overprotective, fearful mother.

In my spare time.

Meaning Carsie didn't get to fly with him.

(neither did Ry for that matter).

And I am, without a doubt, Carson's (and Ryan's) nemsis.

But everyone is still alive.

So we all win.

You're welcome.

gettin' crabby.

Greyhounds at 10am.

Fresh crab at 12pm.

Happy hour from 1-5pm.

Seriously.

There is nothing not to love about a boat.

Except maybe if you own one.

We don't.

So it's love at first site.

Every single time.

his home away from home.

He has the propensity for hitting.

And the potential for biting.

It's quite possible he could spend the next 4 years on these stairs.

In time-out.

At least then my house would remain clean.

built in best friends.

No friend in the world is better than a cousin.

True dat.