It's funny how much kids can change from year to year. Last summer our crazy Midwest storms did not bother Carter one bit. This summer the only place he will go during a storm is our bed. He is terrified of the thunder. I think it's sweet that he feels so safe there... except when it's 2am. We were downstairs when the thunder started this morning... he looked at me and kept asking to go to Daddy's bed (we can't figure out why he only calls it Daddy's bed). So... that's where I took him. He sat through the entire storm looking through a stack of books without a peep about the thunder.
Here he is after church this morning. I thought he looked so grown up sitting at my desk with his arms crossed.