Sunday, September 12, 2010

Carter in Almo

  • "Hmmmm. I wonder why they call this wooden porch 'The Sliver-Maker?' And if that's the case, I wonder why my mom is letting me crawl around on it with shorts and no shoes?"
  • "Uh, hello, got a blanket over my face here. Can't see the camera, which means the camera can't see me."
  • "Uh, same problem. No can see; no can be seen. Don't want to be remembered for the City of Rocks trip as 'oh, there's Carter somewhere in that baby carrier.' No, the public wants to see me. The public needs to see me."
  • "Great. So they finally get a shot of my face, and what do you know - my eyes are closed."
  • "Zzzz . . . mmmm ... gotta remember it's the cows that saw 'mooooo' ... zzzz ... mmmm ... slobber on Braden ... zzzz ...mmmm ... smile at grandma, get a treat ... zzzz ... "
  • "Hey, it ain't quite the Park Plaza, but it sure beats sleepin' out under the stars -- except when my Uncle Braden starts to snore. Not so tight, please."
  • "Come on, Mom, real cowboys don't have to wait for their mothers to put on their makeup before headin' out."
  • "Hey, now this is my kind of hiking! Feet and legs don't get tired — I could go on for hours! It is a little bumpy in the back, though. But I'm good to go."
"I don't care who you are, a blankie's a welcome sight in any time zone."
  • "Let me get this straight, this stick horse is our ride, the pop cans on the lawn are the barrels, and I'm competing with my mom in the family reunion barrel riding — my wildest dreams have come true. [pause] Mom, I said that with sarcasm."
  • "OK, Mom. That wasn't that bad. And you make a pretty fast horse. But some shock absorbers would have helped."
  • "Oh, no, Mom's taking me out behind the wood shed."
  • "Ooooh, you weren't watching where you were walking, were you."
  • "OK, so this is a family tradition of a photo. So, been there, done that, and not even one year old yet."
  • "I'm glad we're getting a photo taken in the old woodshed and not the old outhouse."

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