My little bruiser!

One of the things that I love the most about Carter is the "boyness" of him. He loves bugs, playing in the dirt, putting rocks in his pocket, climbing, jumping, has a fascination with firetrucks and tractors, and is about as all-American boy as you can be. Last week he got into an accidental "wrestling match" with uncle Mark and walked away with quite a shiner (which poor uncle Mark felt terrible about). I know that this doesn't make me sound like mother of the year, but I LOVE it that he has a black eye. It makes him look so cute and tough all at the same time. I mean, honestly, every little boy needs at least one good black eye! Cute, no?