Hey everybody! Carter here! I know it's been a while since we wrote, but I've been all over the place lately. First we went up to Indiana to visit with Mom's whole family and then we rode all the way down to Atlanta to see Uncle Krin! Boy my legs are tired. Ok, so I didn't ride my new trike down there, it was in the back of the van. But it's pretty cool, huh? Now I need a sidecar so I can pick up chicks.
Uncle Krin's keeping me upright while I get my eat on. It's embarrassing, but I have been known to pass out mid-bottle and wake up in a puddle of milk.
Climbing the stairs. Up, down, up, down. I'm getting good at this! Right after we took this picture, I managed to elude Dad for a second and fall down a couple of stairs. The resulting big bump I got on my forehead is what I'll blame any bad grades on when I get to school.
Grandpa and Grandma sure do love me. Also big pink flowers. But mostly me. 
Land ho! Tighten th' riggins and run out the layward reef! To the timbers, lads! Shake her! Shake her! Then bake her! Okay, so I don't remember exactly what Captain Sparrow said, but I think I got the gist of it.
This tiny chair makes me feel all grown up!
Great Grandpa Hemmerlein sure likes to bounce me on his knee! I must be good luck, because everybody just can't wait to get their hands on me. 
Grandpa Baer knows just how to get me. Wahahaha!
Gramdma Baer knows it too. Wooooo!
I'm so excited I wet my shirt! Hahahaha!
Grandpa Bardonner and I decided to wear matching shirts on this day.
Great-grandparents Baer were so excited to see me, they drove three hours to get here on the same day we suggested it! 
Gotta pose for the papperazzi...
Hey are you still taking pictures of me? No fair.
Here Grandpa is helping me steer the boat. I know where we need to go but my arms aren't long enough yet.
Finally, here we were at the beginning of the trip. The Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore. Sure is a lot of sand up here.
This is way too much sand for me to eat all at one sitting. Guess I'll just have to pick at it...
Howya doin, cousin Andrew? Would you like to be buried in the sand? Yes? Well, I can't do that myself but I could walk on your back and fall on your head. How does that sound?
Look, mommy! These cool shades give me the power to see when the blog post is done!
