He also fell in love with Aunt Sarah's bird, although he didn't like it when it would go on his back and tickle him. 
He also met Snow White. My mom also has a poodle, but Carter hated it. It is a yappy little thing. Carter's favorite were my brother's 2 Belgian malinoises. They are like German Shepherds. My brother is a cop and the one dog is his K-9 partner. Anyways, it was basically a petting zoo. Maybe one day we will get a dog--when Carter is big enough to scoop the poop. 
Most of our visit was great. I got to meet my brother's cute girlfriend for the first time, and hang out with my other brother and his family, who I haven't seen in years, and everyone got to meet Samantha. However, I don't know if it was just lack of sleep, routine or what, but Carter and Samantha got progressively worse as the trip went on. By Thanksgiving, Samantha screamed anytime I set her down or anyone else held her. Carter was dishing out the sass like no one else's business. I would ask him to do something (like turn the light back off at 5:45am)and he would say "Um, actually, no!". This is pretty much how Thanksgiving looked for him:
Not that the day was any better for me. First of all, this is how exciting it is hanging out at my parents' house:
That is my sister trying to sleep the day away. I did get my hair done, which was one of the highlights of the trip. You can't see them, but my other sisters are on the couch watching me get my hair done. There just isn't really much to do there. So...I was in charge of the turkey and I have been talking up what a great turkey I am going to make and how it will be the best ever. Everywhere I looked said that a 19 pound turkey should cook in 4-4 1/2 hours. We were supposed to eat at 4, so I put it in at noon, knowing that we wouldn't really eat until 5. It wasn't done until 7! I even turned it up to 425 degrees around 3:30. Even then, it was still questionable down towards the bone. This may not have been a big deal in some families, but there were close to 30 people crammed in that house just waiting on that damn bird. I have no idea what went wrong, but needless to say, my stress level was through the roof. By the time dinner was done, I just wanted to get out of there--Carter was being a terror and I had been holding Samantha for 10 hours straight. I didn't even enjoy the food, it was such a waste. On top of everything else, I thought that since this was the first time that we had all the grandkids together, we could do a picture with all of them. I have no idea what I was thinking. It was chaos. My one sister was late, and we wanted to take the picture outside, so it was almost dark by the time we got everyone out there. I hope that they turned out ok. My sister's boyfriend ended up taking them, and he is supposed to send them to me. Never again. My family is great, but I definitely need to lower my expectations. There are just too many people to get anything truly organized. I am planning my own Thanksgiving this week and will wipe that day from my memory.
Having said that, I am glad that we went, and I am glad that we are home. We close on our house on Friday. I am thinking about having a paint party this Saturday. Anyone want to come? :) It hasn't really sunk in yet how much work this house will really be. I hope I don't regret it...
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