...I read this essay from Anna Quindlen often. And I try not to worry that Charlie isn't doing long division yet, or walking, or crawling, or you know, solving world hunger. I try to remember that when he graduates from Harvard or finds the cure for cancer, that we will laugh about when we wondered if he would ever crawl and how we rejoiced more than we've ever rejoiced the day he gave us his first clap.
But this week I learned that his lack of mobility could be genetics. You see, my mother in law informed me that my husband, who is the smartest person I know (and I think some of you would say he's the smartest person you know too) never crawled, and didn't walk until 17 months.
And Charlie, like his father, is awfully, awfully good at just being cute:
1. I love SNOW CROSS. Now that, my friends, is a sport.
2. Is everyone you know singing "Give me back my filet of fish. Give me that fish?" Gotta love Lent!
3. Charlie has his first ear infection. The trip to Rite Aid involved antibiotics and um, Cadbury Cream Eggs for mommy. Some mothers drink wine. I eat Cadbury.
4. He is taking amoxicillin, the refrigerated pink kind. The smell of it brought back more memories than I could have expected.
5. We got Charlie his first Elmo this weekend. I strolled him up to the display at BRU and he went bonkers reaching for it. So naturally we had to buy it. Suckers.
6. Have you heard the story about Kevin Pearce? His father is Simon Pearce, the glassblower. I am lucky enough to have a few Simon Pearce pieces and I like the man even more after seeing how his family has reacted to this accident.
7. Latest favorite page (copyright Two Peas in a Bucket):
8. A little Studio Calico sneak peak:
9. I thought Mirai Nagasu was really mature. Until I saw her pick her wedgie at the end of her program. Sometimes you can't hide 16.
...(said in my best French accent. Charmer's guest blog posts from when we were in France still rank among my favorite posts).
I've had a lot of e-mails asking about poor, sweet, neglected Charmer. I say that with a side of snark. You see, Charmer might have seen more blog time pre-Charlie, but she certainly has seen way more face-time post-Charlie. Now, she will be the first to tell you it's quality, not quantity, but I digress.
Ken cleared out a space for her to do her lady business when we had the huge snow(s). She now will only go to the bathroom there, and we realize we inadvertently trained her to do so.
Is pretty stoked when it's time for Charlie to eat and gerber puffs = new favorite treat. Charlie had shredded cheese the other night and you would have thought the heavens opened up and rained cheese down on Charmer she was so happy.
She is still pretty stiff. I regret the day we decided for her to have that ACL surgery.
Every night, she paces and paces around our bed, dragging her feet on the rug. She then puts her chin on the quilt, snorts, and hops her two front paws up on the bed, waiting for us to lift her the rest of the way. She will usually want to get off 30 minutes later, which causes one of us to wake from that perfect, "I just fell asleep" place and help her get off.
Is patient with Charlie now that he is starting to "see" her. It melts my heart when he grins and does his inward shriek toward her. I want him to grow up loving dogs.
She was furminated yesterday and we're pretty sure there was a small golden retriever puppy hiding in her fur.
Is still trying to figure out why we named this baby after her:
...Charlie's Grandma Kurz is here for the week to watch him while I spend time in the office getting ready for the auction. And to celebrate Ken's twenty-second* birthday and her birthday next Saturday.
This was the scene this afternoon at 4:45 p.m.:
What can I say? Charlie can wear you out. (And for the record, I initially wrote "work you out" when I couldn't think of the expression "wear you out.")
**Ken is actually not turning twenty-two, but rather another age that has the same two numbers in it and starts with a three and ends with a three.
...we have gone out approximately 4,872 times in the last two days to make up for the five days stuck at home. Last night all I wanted was Starbucks. AND IT WAS CLOSED. What?! I feel, pretty strongly, that if Starbucks is closed, it should be included in the "closings and delays" on the news channel. No?
I really am pretty sure that we will be filling Charlie's baby pool this summer with the water from these mounds:
I love Olympic commercials, more so than Superbowl commercials. I just saw one about little girl hockey players. My how times have changed.
I'm sorry, but I have the cutest baby alive (even with the vomit):