Here Are The Plans

"Ok, here is the plan..." is a common Carter-phrase heard around our house, mainly due to the fact that Carter believes, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he rules the house. But today was a little different. Today we heard, "Here are the plans."

First, lemme give you a little background information. Yesterday, Carter and I were having a discussion about how fast I think he's growing up. We have this conversation a lot. This time I mentioned that I wished we could just freeze time and he said he wanted to go back in time to when he was 3 years old, Deacon's age. To which I said, then he better work on making a time machine.

Which leads us to this morning, when Carter walked into our room and announced:

Ok, dad. You're in charge of cardboard and tools. Mom, you're in charge of glue. And Deacon is in charge of glitter. Here are the plans!

Then he presented us with this detailed picture.

Apparently, the gray, pink, yellow and purple areas are the 4 doors (we each have our own door). The gray, brown, pink, and green stripes are the places the four of us will sit in the Time Machine. The red circle is the stop button (it will be green while we are traveling). Carter, only, is in charge of the red button. There is a clock next to the red button. The top of the machine says the word "SMALL" because the Time Machine will have to shrink us (which I guess makes sense if we are going from the age of 5½ to 3). And I think the flag on top is supposed to let us know when we get there. There was a very detailed explanation. My information retention may be a little fuzzy.

I have to admit I kinda love the Time Machine. And a part of me loves the idea of a Time Machine. To keep my babies little and snuggle-buggly and innocent - because they are both growing up so fast. But here's the thing: I really love the boys they are growing into. I love the fact that they can invent Time Machines out of cardboard and glitter. That they can read whole pages of books by themselves. That they come running to me with smiles and hugs when I get home. That they are learning to do somersaults and donkey kicks. And that next week they'll be able to do even more. I'm excited by the possibilities of who they will become.

So as I told Carter, "I love your Time Machine and I totally think we should build it. But if we never get it to work, we'll be just fine. Because we're in this journey together and what's even better than going back in time is finding out what's going to happen in the FUTURE." And that is a very good reminder for this mommy.