About once a week, we call up my cousin Leslie (more like the sister I never had) and say "When's Carter coming over?" Our whole family has completely fallen in love with the most beautiful red-headed boy that ever lived (no offense to his Uncle Daniel). Carter usually spends the night on Saturday and we take him with us to church. Cody loves to get him dressed on Sunday mornings. The boys actually fight over who is going sit by him in the van. They absolutely adore him, almost as much as Pete and I do (Cody's sitting here and didn't agree with the last part.) Carter loves the outdoors, so he fits in perfect at our house. The boys each have a riding toy that they race up and down the sidewalk on. Carter's usually giggling the whole time. Needless to say, the younger boys always need a bath come nighttime. Pete and I are "Uncle Pete and Aunt Kissy" (When Leslie was little and I babysat her, she couldn't say my name and it came out kissy. I always thought it was the sweetest, so I had to carry it over with her little one. It does sound kinda cheesy, but it has meaning.) I could go on and on about Carter but I'll spare everyone since I'm hugely biased. But if you start seeing lots more family pics of us with a red-headed baby in them, you'll know we didn't adopt and not tell anyone.
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