Carson is not even a full day old here. He was born with the help of a midwife in Denton. It was a Monday and I went to my regular appointment and Jean, my midwife, told me if I want to have him today then come back around 5 and she'll get things started. I couldn't wait to get in the car and call Brian. So back we went to Denton. After she broke my water, Brian and I went for a walk, to encourage contractions, to an ice cream shop for some ice cream. Now that was a new experience for us. All went as planned and Carson was born around 8pm. (I don't remember exactly, they all have begun to blend together.) I do remember that we were back home between 10 or 11 that night. A midwife is the only way to go!
This is Carson's blessing day. Mason also wore the same outfit. Grandma Shuldberg made this for Mason's big day.
4th of July 2007. Our first day in our pool. It was fun for everyone!
June 2007. Carson was all worn out from attending his Uncle Jeff's wedding. He is my only child that used a pacifier, his father gave in and gave it to him when he was little. In his hand is even better than his pacifier. We called it "fluff" for lack of a better word. It is pillow batting that he would take out of one of McKinzie's pillows. The more used the better it felt to him. At times he would share and rub it on your face for you.