lunch break

...ch ch changes

...One of the biggest changes in the last seven months has been my pop culture knowledge. I read People every week and would say I understand approximately 65 percent of it (and that includes the feel good hero of the year stories). For example:

• I had no idea that Oprah quit. (Can't say I really cared either. Don't hate me.)
• I have a vague sense that something happened to Tiger Woods (and I know that there aren't many good things that happen at 2:30 a.m.)
• I started to really like that song on the radio that went, "Put my hands up they're playing my song and the butterflys fly away." I found myself singing along every time it came on, thinking I needed to download it so Charlie and I could dance around to it. Then I realized it was by Miley Cyrus and suddenly I felt old. Very, very old.

It's OK. He's worth it.

...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

...checking his e-mail and reading the latest news this morning with daddy (Don't let the bed head distract you from the dimples on his hand):

...reading the black friday ads on Thanksgiving morning. (Picking out presents for mommy, no doubt. Charlie, there does not appear to be enough bling in what you are pointing to. Just FYI.):

...gobble gobble

...from our little turkey:

 

...we spent last Thanksgiving making the rounds with an envelope with an ultrasound picture in it. The Monday after Thanksgiving, I told my coworkers that I had eaten a lot of turkey, but my belly was expanding because there was a baby growing in it. And three weeks later, we found out there was a baby boy coming. I shared the news with you on my blog that day. And here we are today. It goes too fast.

...i never was very good at dressing up my dolls, charlie

...I carried charlie downstairs the other day from his room and something didn't seem right with one of his legs. It helps when you don't put two legs in one pant leg, mommy dearest.

...he is everywhere

...some house pictures, not like what you've seen in the past. I realized the other day that the only room in our house that doesn't have charlie stuff in it is our master bathroom.

 

 

 

 

 

...And we wouldn't want it any other way.

...we call this one "put a sock in it"

...How many creative new parents have thought of THAT title?

...This is Charlie's new sound. At first we thought it was a fake cough. And now we realize it's just a new sound. That he makes a lot. And it makes us laugh. Every time.

...poppy!

...Charlie would like to wish his grandfather a very happy birthday. He said he has a very special present waiting for you that he's been saving up for a long time. And I think you know what I mean by special. 

I can't tell you how fun it is to watch my dad with Charlie.

He calls him "Charles" and is teaching him how to count to five in English, French, Spanish, and German (Charlie already knows how to count to five in Chinese, Japanese, and ummm Canadian).

I hope my dad knows how special it is to have him here with Charlie every two weeks. Happy Birthday Poppy!

...college scholarship? check

...this came in the mail today for my buddy. Along with a recruiting form.

 

...she

...has decided that the only good thing about this baby thing is that someone is home all day to let her out so she can hunt important things like rabbit poop.

...went to the vet's office the other day for her flu shot (we're all covered now) and came home with her toes trimmed, antibiotics for an ear and skin infection, and a two inch-incision on her rear end where a lump was removed (with just local anesthetic). Talk about one stop shopping.

...ate a baby spoon last week.

...now also goes by "charlie" since that's what she's called about 10 times a day.

...is still as sweet as can be.

...charlie put all the comments in his cheeks

...swished them around and picked RO as the winner (I sent you an e-mail, Ro, but if you don't get it, just shoot me an e-mail).

Thanks for all your comments and notes. If you can stick with me for another 300 days or so, the five year anniversary is sure to be a party not to be missed.

Coming this week: Some Charmer photos. I know she is missed. Don't worry, she is still loved. She has developed this awesome new habit of thinking every time she goes outside she gets a t-r-e-a-t (we have to spell it out because she knows the word). She'll go out, stand on the back porch, come back to the door, and walk straight to the pantry. Apparently she deserves a t-r-e-a-t just because she's Charmer.