He's quite a hamball.
He's hilarious to watch.
Oh, and his name is Carter.
But he goes by Gus.
It's his wrestling name, I'm convinced.
This must be how he ropes his next victim in...
Carter was upset that his mommy had to change his diaper instead and decided to take it out on my sweet innocent son.
A wrestling match ignited and there was no stopping it.
Chelsea (Carter's mom) and myself stood at the two corners of the wrestling match and protected our wrestlers from any harm a couch corner or desk could bring.
Oh, and we laughed. A lot.
Did I mention Chelsea has another boy growing in her belly?
This should add even more fun in the years to come when these guys decide to duke it out on the floor at the drop of a hat.
Believe it or not, there were no tears shed during this wrestling match.
Chelsea and I were counting down, just waiting to rush in and console our babies, then throw them back in the ring.
It never came.
He must wrestle with his dad, I thought.
'Cause you know it would be a boy....as my husband says, "We Gilmore's don't make girls..."
These two have each other in a head lock.