seven year old. Ever.
I don’t know where I got this kid, but he’s sooooo good. We’ve said that from the beginning.

There was a day last week where Carter found two quarters at the park. He had been carrying around a dollar he earned by cleaning the backyard and was SO excited to have another fifty cents to add to it. He showed his brothers, who were obviously very jealous of his riches. So Carter took the quarters and gave one to each of his brothers.

Later that day I got all of the boys a treat and told them they could have it when they did their chores. Carter had the dishes that day- and there was a MOUNTAIN of them. All of the boys finished up and I gave him two treats (without his brothers seeing, I’m not asking for death) because he did much more. He took his second treat and split it in half and gave each part to his brothers.

This morning Carter got all geared up to go over to a friends and Casey really wanted to go, too. This is one of the most heartbreaking things for me. I can’t just send Casey places that Carter goes. At the same time, I don’t like forcing Carter to play with his brothers all of the time. He deserves the same kind normality in his youth as any other kid. The same kind we are fighting for Casey to have. I don’t ever want him to feel like his siblings are burdens. So I told him it was okay and he could go as I tried to get Casey inside. Carter said something to his friend and they both turned around and he said, “Hey Casey, we’re going to the park instead, want to go?”

He’s the best little kid ever. Just like I say I can handle the things we have to go through because I have Lance, my kids that might have a tougher road can handle it because they have a big brother like Carter.