Mog I can...

This is kind of an odd post and most of you may wonder why I'm doing a post about this. Well, it's because I find it kind of funny and want to remember that Carter did this when he was little. Ready? Here we go...

For those of you who may not know, Zach and I both served our missions in Russia. When we started our family we decided that we wanted our kids to know Russian so Zach only speaks to the kids in Russian and I speak to them in English. This way they always hear both languages. There's more to this (Russian and English in our house) story but that's enough for everyone to understand the rest of this post. If you want to know more just leave me a comment.

Now, the reason for writing this post...
Whenever Carter says "I can" or even "I can't" in a sentence he also uses "mog" which is a way of saying can in Russian. So, for example, he'll say, "How 'bout we go in my room mog we can play?" or "I moved that mog Austin can't get it." He uses it EVERY time he says can. I'm not sure when it started. I noticed it two or three weeks ago and then pointed it out to Zach. It makes us chuckle sometimes. We're not too worried about it. He'll get it all sorted out pretty quickly, at least he has with the other language mixing he's done. It really has been neat to watch him pick up both of the languages and see where his Russian is more dominant and where his English is more dominant. It especially tickles my funny bone when he says a sentence and it's almost perfectly split with every other word Russian and English. "My palets is gatov mog I can push the button. Ya hachoo Daddy!" (That's the latest one I can think of.) Oh the mind of a three year old.

Halloween

Halloween was fun. We're kind of slackers so we didn't do anything huge. We went to the ward trunk-or-treat and then we came home and put the kids to bed. I know, not very exciting. All day Carter had been talking about wearing his monkey costume and saying "trick-or-treat" but when the time came he was shy for about fifteen minutes. However, once he warmed up to it all he had a blast. In fact, he enjoyed it so much that when we went to church on Sunday he wanted to go over where we say "trick-or-treat" and get some treats. It's kind of funny how kids minds work.

Carter liked to wiggle when he was wearing his costume because it would make his little monkey tail swing and then he could see it. It was cute.

Earlier in the week we carved a pumpkin. We explained how it was called a jack-o-lantern when you cut a face in the pumpkin. Then next morning as I was getting him his breakfast he said, "Look Mom, it's our apple jack pumpkin." He knew there was a "jack" in there somewhere.

Our little monkey

The boys with our "apple jack pumpkin"

No, Austin wasn't dressed as anything. When we went to buy costumes there weren't any his size and I didn't get anything else put together for him. He seemed pretty content to sit in the stroller holding the bag of candy with all of the crinkly wrappers.

Happy Birthday Carter!!

Carter turned 3 on October 27th. I can't believe he's already three!! The time has gone so fast. Carter had a wonderful time opening his presents and then playing with them for hours on end. His Grandma Debi gave him a little electronic guitar that is just his size. He LOVES it. For three days straight he did everything with his guitar. We sang a million songs. His favorites were I Am a Child of God , Do As I'm Doing, and Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. They all sounded wonderful with the rock music accompaniment that his guitar provided.

At one point during the day Carter wanted to play a game that he'd gotten but I told him he had to wait until Austin went down for his nap because the game had lots of smallish pieces. To solve this problem Carter got his guitar and started singing Twinkle, Twinkle and told me that he was singing it so Austin would go to sleep. Pretty funny.

Here's a picture of Carter with his spider birthday cake. I was very glad he decided on spiders because some of his other ideas (t-rex and The Backyardigans) were way outside of my artistic ability.