Will, though he’s been sleeping well recently, woke up in the middle of the night. I don’t wake up easily, and Nathan is on automatic pilot at that time of night. He brought Will back to sleep with us for the last few hours of slumber. I vaguely remember Will arriving but it didn’t really wake me. As the morning light spread across the room, I awoke for a minute and saw Will begin to stir. Thinking quickly, I immediately played ‘possum; if he sees that he’s supposed to still be sleeping, maybe he’ll just turn over and go back to sleep. However, I saw him stretch his toes and that is the universal sign for “I”m waking up now.” I stuck to my plan and kept my eyes closed even as he sat up. I stole a peek through my lashes and hoped he didn’t catch me. Then, as I lay there, eyes closed and Will not making a noise, he silently leaned his head to mine and sweetly kissed my cheek. My eyes sprung open and he kissed me again. It was the best way to wake up ever. I still said nothing and he leaned over and gave his daddy a kiss on his cheek, too. It was the best of times.
On Saturday we walked up to the UK campus for Lemonade on the Lawn. It was a wonderful spring evening with some delightful music at the amphitheater. That is until Carter began to be moved by the music. It started out subtly with him sitting and tapping his knee to the beat. Then, he laid down and continued to keep time on his knee. However, without warning, Carter became so moved that he rose to his feet and began undulating his entire body to the beat - though it was to his parents embarrassment, the crowd seemed greatly entertained by his performance. Oh, that it had ended there. No, he decided to play his air guitar as our friend 
Chelsea sang down front. I told Nathan that Carter was distracting from the performers and he just laughed. He later mingled with others in the audience and entertained them as well. Where does he get it?Today, however, has been tougher. Nathan discovered that Carter sneaked off with an entire roll of Rollos. He was therefore punished with no chocolate, no candy, nor any ice cream for a solid week. Whew. Then somehow this afternoon, he lost television privileges. He tried to sneak some chocolate chips again and even more punishment was levied. Yet, he turned it around when I said that I had asked if he could be helper to earn some one dessert a day. Dessert is Carter’s currency. He didn’t really miss the tv. He began to help me out as much as he could. I asked if he could bring the telephone to me and he did so with a bow and a “I’m at your service.” I had to laugh. He worked on his math book Papa gave him, and he did some counting and reading with his Leappad. He picked up toys. He was an angel. He told me, “Mama, I’m like a fire dog.” I didn’t really understand and kind of let him know I wasn’t following. “Well, you know how the fire dog only gets treats when he does something good? That’s like me. I do good things and I can earn treats.”’ I told him that was very astute. He let me know that he didn’t know what astute meant. The ability to accurately assess a situation (OED). Yep, Carter is astute.
Last night, Nathan took the family to see The Blue Man group. Carter loved it. Not because of the incredible visual artistry. Not because of the fantastic drumming. Not because of the acute humor. No, Carter wants to go again because they threw marshmallows out into the audience and he got to eat one. Oh, AND they shot streamers out over the crowd and he returned with a small hill of it.
Now that I think about it, it was probably mostly the best of times.
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