Tonight I read Charlie The Snowy Day. Towards the end of the book, the boy puts a snowball in his pocket and goes inside only to find it is gone later. This was our conversation.
Charlie: Why was his snowball gone?
Me: Well, if you put a snowball in your pocket and brought it inside, do you think it would be there later?
Charlie: No.
Me: Why not?
Charlie: (with a little smile and look of knowing in his eye, leading me to believe he had come up with the answer) Because some bad guys will come and take it away.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Frankie's Favorites
Frankie is a full-fledged 1-year-old now and like our other kids, he's into everything. He reminds me a lot of Sam at this age: maximizing destruction and danger in most of the things he does. Here are a few of his very favorite activities:
1) Emptying out boxes of pasta onto the floor and then dragging the noodles throughout the house. Because what's the fun in keeping a mess like that contained to just one area? While pasta seems to be his favorite, he'll settle for a box of crackers or cereal if he can get his hands on it.
2) Trying to destroy our lamps. I don't know why he seems so set on breaking our lamps, but he works at it every day. Either he pulls the plugs out of the sockets and walks away with it so the lamps come crashing down or he climbs up onto the end table and bangs on the lampshades, denting and cracking them, sometimes knocking over the whole lamp, sometimes falling off the end table. I spend at least 30 minutes a day just trying to distract him from banging on the lampshades while he fights and wrestles me, desperately trying to get back up on the precarious end table.
3) Getting me to vaccuum the rugs and then not letting me vaccuum them. He will stand by the vaccuum and cry until I turn it on, and then block my path so I can't move the vaccuum. Eventually we manage to get the rugs cleaned, and then we do it again because he cries when I turn the thing off.
4) Unwrapping Christmas gifts. Believe it or not, not one of our older 3 kids ever unwrapped a Christmas gift before we told them to do so. I guess with four kids, there's bound to be a first for just about everything a child might think of to do. I had several gifts wrapped and under the tree a week ago. Now I have several unwrapped boxes under the tree and lots of wrapping paper in the recycling bin. Did I mention he also got ahold of 3 large tubes of wrapping paper and shredded them all? I think one of his gifts for Christmas is just going to be a fresh role of wrapping paper for him to play with - the only question is how to wrap it....
5) Pulling everything out of our tin foil/plastic baggie/saran wrap drawer and then emptying all the boxes of their contents. I finally gave up on everything in that drawer and stashed it away somewhere else. Not only does is it a pain trying to restuff a box full of ziploc bags, but the tin foil box has sharp edges.
6) Unrolling and ripping apart rolls of paper towels with the cat. Frankie loves unrolling toilet paper and paper towels, and he discovered that the cat shares this love. I could hear him laughing and playing with Coco the other day when I was getting something done upstairs. I thought he was just running around the island with something for the cat to chase or throwing a ball for her to chase. But no. I came down to find the kitchen floor covered in bits of paper towel from not just one but two rolls of toilet paper. He unrolled them, Coco ripped them apart. The drawer that formerly held our tin foil and baggies is now full of paper towel pieces that I use to wipe up small spills or noses. If he gets into it, he might make a mess again, but he can't do much more damage.
7) He will actually play with toys from time to time, but rarely with any toys that he can play with independently. His favorite is a jack-in-the-box, which he can get out of the box on his own. Getting it back into the box is a different matter. Fortunately, motherhood has given me a high tolerance for kids' desires for repetition so I don't mind hearing the tinkling tune of Pop! Goes the Weasel three hundred times a day.
Since we left for our Oregon trip on Frankie's first birthday, I never did get around to posting his first birthday pictures. We got lucky, and my sister generously baked a cake for us so we could celebrate Frankie's and Gabby's first birthdays together (they were born 4 days apart).
1) Emptying out boxes of pasta onto the floor and then dragging the noodles throughout the house. Because what's the fun in keeping a mess like that contained to just one area? While pasta seems to be his favorite, he'll settle for a box of crackers or cereal if he can get his hands on it.
2) Trying to destroy our lamps. I don't know why he seems so set on breaking our lamps, but he works at it every day. Either he pulls the plugs out of the sockets and walks away with it so the lamps come crashing down or he climbs up onto the end table and bangs on the lampshades, denting and cracking them, sometimes knocking over the whole lamp, sometimes falling off the end table. I spend at least 30 minutes a day just trying to distract him from banging on the lampshades while he fights and wrestles me, desperately trying to get back up on the precarious end table.
3) Getting me to vaccuum the rugs and then not letting me vaccuum them. He will stand by the vaccuum and cry until I turn it on, and then block my path so I can't move the vaccuum. Eventually we manage to get the rugs cleaned, and then we do it again because he cries when I turn the thing off.
4) Unwrapping Christmas gifts. Believe it or not, not one of our older 3 kids ever unwrapped a Christmas gift before we told them to do so. I guess with four kids, there's bound to be a first for just about everything a child might think of to do. I had several gifts wrapped and under the tree a week ago. Now I have several unwrapped boxes under the tree and lots of wrapping paper in the recycling bin. Did I mention he also got ahold of 3 large tubes of wrapping paper and shredded them all? I think one of his gifts for Christmas is just going to be a fresh role of wrapping paper for him to play with - the only question is how to wrap it....
5) Pulling everything out of our tin foil/plastic baggie/saran wrap drawer and then emptying all the boxes of their contents. I finally gave up on everything in that drawer and stashed it away somewhere else. Not only does is it a pain trying to restuff a box full of ziploc bags, but the tin foil box has sharp edges.
6) Unrolling and ripping apart rolls of paper towels with the cat. Frankie loves unrolling toilet paper and paper towels, and he discovered that the cat shares this love. I could hear him laughing and playing with Coco the other day when I was getting something done upstairs. I thought he was just running around the island with something for the cat to chase or throwing a ball for her to chase. But no. I came down to find the kitchen floor covered in bits of paper towel from not just one but two rolls of toilet paper. He unrolled them, Coco ripped them apart. The drawer that formerly held our tin foil and baggies is now full of paper towel pieces that I use to wipe up small spills or noses. If he gets into it, he might make a mess again, but he can't do much more damage.
7) He will actually play with toys from time to time, but rarely with any toys that he can play with independently. His favorite is a jack-in-the-box, which he can get out of the box on his own. Getting it back into the box is a different matter. Fortunately, motherhood has given me a high tolerance for kids' desires for repetition so I don't mind hearing the tinkling tune of Pop! Goes the Weasel three hundred times a day.
Since we left for our Oregon trip on Frankie's first birthday, I never did get around to posting his first birthday pictures. We got lucky, and my sister generously baked a cake for us so we could celebrate Frankie's and Gabby's first birthdays together (they were born 4 days apart).
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| Birthday buddies and grandma |
Friday, December 9, 2016
Old Fashioned Fun
It didn't dawn on me how unsanitary bobbing for apples is until we had it all set up and I started explaining how to do it to the kids. As far as I know, no one got sick, though. And it was well worth the fun!
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Lunch on the Dark Side
As I cut up grapefruit for our lunch, it didn't really register that Charlie was breathing much heavier than usual. I didn't notice, that is, until I said, "Could you get some spoons, Charlie?" and he replied in a deep voice, "You mean, Darth Vader?"
Oh, my mistake. "Yes, I meant 'Could you get some spoons, Darth Vader?'"
Apparently Darth Vader likes to eat with a Monsters Inc. spoon.
Oh, my mistake. "Yes, I meant 'Could you get some spoons, Darth Vader?'"
Apparently Darth Vader likes to eat with a Monsters Inc. spoon.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
That's a first
With each new child comes new experiences that I never expected to happen in my life. There are all sorts of phrases I never thought I would say, like: "No, you may not write newborn across the baby's head with a Sharpie" and "Don't pour juice on the cat."
The other night Frankie was sleeping in our bed. And I use the term "sleeping" very lightly here. He woke up in around 2:00 and was wide awake for some reason. Fortunately, he seemed happy to just flop around the bed for an hour or so, talking occasionally, while Seth and I lightly dozed.
At one point, he lay down right on top of my head and proceeded to thrash and spin around. All of a sudden he started fussing and trying to get away from my head, but he couldn't. He had gotten so wrapped up in my hair that he was stuck to the back of my head. And I wasn't at an angle that allowed me to disentangle him so I had to wake Seth up and tell him, "Frankie is stuck in my hair."
I had read before that women with very long hair should keep it up at night if they have children in bed with them, but I didn't actually think mine was long enough. I'm comforted by the fact that the manner in which he entangled himself is not something I could ever sleep through. Still, I'll be keeping my hair up at night more often - especially if Seth isn't around to free us.
The other night Frankie was sleeping in our bed. And I use the term "sleeping" very lightly here. He woke up in around 2:00 and was wide awake for some reason. Fortunately, he seemed happy to just flop around the bed for an hour or so, talking occasionally, while Seth and I lightly dozed.
At one point, he lay down right on top of my head and proceeded to thrash and spin around. All of a sudden he started fussing and trying to get away from my head, but he couldn't. He had gotten so wrapped up in my hair that he was stuck to the back of my head. And I wasn't at an angle that allowed me to disentangle him so I had to wake Seth up and tell him, "Frankie is stuck in my hair."
I had read before that women with very long hair should keep it up at night if they have children in bed with them, but I didn't actually think mine was long enough. I'm comforted by the fact that the manner in which he entangled himself is not something I could ever sleep through. Still, I'll be keeping my hair up at night more often - especially if Seth isn't around to free us.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Oregon!
As promised, here are a few memorable moments from our trip to Oregon.
First off, we had to get on the plane to get there, which was a bit of an ordeal. We got to the airport at 5:00 am with 2 hours to get through security and have breakfast before taking off. After spending way too much time trying to get our seats together, the lady at the ticket counter finally printed our tickets.
Unfortunately they had other peoples' names on them.
Fortunately Seth caught it.
Unfortunately she spent another 45 minutes trying to get it fixed while we just wanted her to get us through security so we could get on the plane and ask people to switch seats with us if needed. Fortunately someone else finally came through to help and pointed out that we were going to miss our flight if she didn't print the dang things and get us through security. So she printed our tickets with random seats and sent us to security.
Unfortunately, after going through the line to security, we were informed that for some of us, they had printed off tickets for the 2nd leg of our flight and not the first, which meant we had to go back to the ticket counter and start all over.
Fortunately both the security line and the ticket line were pretty short so we got through quickly but we were starting to cut it really close.
Unfortunately we were asked to step aside while they did a further inspection on Elena's bag. They pulled out her jacket that I had pulled up from the basement and packed for the trip. I saw the man pull something out of her pockets and said to Seth, "I think she must have had some rocks in her pocket," to which the man responded, "Those aren't rocks."
Nope. They weren't. They were bullets. Bullets!!! I kid you not.
Apparently the last time Elena wore that jacket was last spring when we went to a graduation reception at the local Sportsmen's Club. Where people practice shooting. And the ground was littered with used shotgun shells, a few of which Elena picked up and put in her pocket because she's a collector like that.
Seth and I reacted a little strongly when we saw what they were, thinking we were going to miss our flight for packing ammunition in our children's bags, which made Elena start crying. The poor thing had been up since 4:30, after all, with no breakfast, and she felt responsible even though it was in no way her fault.
Fortunately, another TSA agent came over, and when the guy holding the bullets asked, "What do we do?", she replied, "Just keep the shells and let them go." Well, that was easy.
In the end, we made it on our plane (seated together), but didn't have time to eat.
Well, that story was much longer than expected. If you're still reading, let's switch to pictures and shorter stories for a bit.
One of the highlights was definitely the redwood trees in Northern, CA. Frankie insisted on walking on his own, which would have worked well if he would have followed us but he seemed to prefer to wander off into the forest alone so we had to keep a close eye on him.
It's a little hard to see in this one, but Sam and Charlie are walking along a fallen Redwood. We really got a feel for how big these things were when we couldn't even let the kids walk all the way down to the end of the fallen trees because they would end up so far away.
Another highlight was the beach. We went to three beaches, and the cold water didn't deter the kids from playing in the waves one bit. I think they could have stayed on the beach from morning to night without ever noticing they had missed several meals. The force of the waves, however, made us set pretty strict limits on how far in they could go. Basically not at all, but their favorite was running away from the waves when they came way up onto shore.
And then on the flight home, Elena's bag was once again held up. She got a panicked look on her face, turned around and said, "I don't want to watch and I don't want to know what it is." We had let each of the kids get a couple of small souvenirs. Elena's first was a mood ring that she gave me for safe-keeping at a beach and I promptly lost within an hour. Her second was a water-filled squishy toy. Which she made sure to pack in her bag. Which was a carry-on. Which are not allowed to have that much liquid. The very kind security lady took pity on us and didn't take away her only remaining souvenir. While I'm thankful for our security checks and their rules, I'm also thankful there are still people in the world who can use a little good judgement and common sense to make the occasional exception.
Ok, last story. On our flight out of Minneapolis, Elena came back from the bathroom and said, "Darwin is on this flight!" Darwin is a man we know from our home town. I told her it must just be someone who looks like him. "No, it's him. He's even wearing the hat he always wears!" So I checked it out, and she was right. He was several rows behind us so we didn't get much of a chance to talk.
While we were heading to the gate for our return flight, the kids were hoping Darwin would be on our flight home and that he would sit by us. Since we were flying a different airline for the return flight, I told them it wasn't likely. And even if he were on the same flight, with 200 seats, the odds of him being seated next to us were even less likely. Well, the odds were in our favor: we found him in the airport playing the flute with some local musicians, of all things. The kids enjoyed listening for awhile and then we boarded the plane. (You get to board right away when you fly with more kids than any intelligent person would attempt to fly with.) We took up 5 seats, and the rows were 6 across so there was an empty seat next to Elena. And guess who had the lucky ticket. Darwin, of course! And Frankie even let Darwin hold him for awhile - a bonus for us both.
First off, we had to get on the plane to get there, which was a bit of an ordeal. We got to the airport at 5:00 am with 2 hours to get through security and have breakfast before taking off. After spending way too much time trying to get our seats together, the lady at the ticket counter finally printed our tickets.
Unfortunately they had other peoples' names on them.
Fortunately Seth caught it.
Unfortunately she spent another 45 minutes trying to get it fixed while we just wanted her to get us through security so we could get on the plane and ask people to switch seats with us if needed. Fortunately someone else finally came through to help and pointed out that we were going to miss our flight if she didn't print the dang things and get us through security. So she printed our tickets with random seats and sent us to security.
Unfortunately, after going through the line to security, we were informed that for some of us, they had printed off tickets for the 2nd leg of our flight and not the first, which meant we had to go back to the ticket counter and start all over.
Fortunately both the security line and the ticket line were pretty short so we got through quickly but we were starting to cut it really close.
Unfortunately we were asked to step aside while they did a further inspection on Elena's bag. They pulled out her jacket that I had pulled up from the basement and packed for the trip. I saw the man pull something out of her pockets and said to Seth, "I think she must have had some rocks in her pocket," to which the man responded, "Those aren't rocks."
Nope. They weren't. They were bullets. Bullets!!! I kid you not.
Apparently the last time Elena wore that jacket was last spring when we went to a graduation reception at the local Sportsmen's Club. Where people practice shooting. And the ground was littered with used shotgun shells, a few of which Elena picked up and put in her pocket because she's a collector like that.
Seth and I reacted a little strongly when we saw what they were, thinking we were going to miss our flight for packing ammunition in our children's bags, which made Elena start crying. The poor thing had been up since 4:30, after all, with no breakfast, and she felt responsible even though it was in no way her fault.
Fortunately, another TSA agent came over, and when the guy holding the bullets asked, "What do we do?", she replied, "Just keep the shells and let them go." Well, that was easy.
In the end, we made it on our plane (seated together), but didn't have time to eat.
Well, that story was much longer than expected. If you're still reading, let's switch to pictures and shorter stories for a bit.
We lucked out weather-wise on the trip. We came at the end of a long spell of rain for a week of sun. The warmth made for perfect snow-man making weather in the mountains. Everyone pitched in to help with the snowman. Charlie liked looking for rocks and sticks to use for the eyes and arms. Right as we were posing for this picture, he spotted a little stick, picked it up and said, "Wait! He needs a wee-wee!" and proceeded to (as Adam put it) make sure we really had a snowman. And then he turned toward the camera, ready to take the picture as though everyone made their snowmen anatomically correct.
Here we are at "It's a Burl." Neat place. Hard to explain briefly. You can google it if you want to see more.
Exhausted after another day of sight-seeing
We didn't have room in our luggage to bring 6 pairs of boots so we had to improvise a few times as you can see in these 2 pictures. There wasn't much we could do once Elena stepped in a creek wearing her only pair of shoes, however, so one lucky girl got some brand-new boots. And then proceeded to wear her dirty and slightly soggy shoes the rest of the trip.
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| Monkey Feet |
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| On our tour of a still functioning lighthouse |
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| Visiting a covered bridge (the little boys were sleeping in the car) |
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| Checking out the koi pond at a vineyard with Adam (who took most of our other pictures) |
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| A couple of lizards the kids caught - the blue-tailed one was especially cool |
One of the highlights was definitely the redwood trees in Northern, CA. Frankie insisted on walking on his own, which would have worked well if he would have followed us but he seemed to prefer to wander off into the forest alone so we had to keep a close eye on him.
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| This is the root system of a fallen Redwood |
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And then there was the moment when this guy stuck an orange M&M up his nose. We were just about to take off when Kjersti (our friends' older daughter) said, "I think Charlie has an M&M in his nose." And it wasn't coming out. I was thankful that it was something that would eventually melt so we just had to keep him calm while we waited a little bit and then keep blowing his nose until all the orange coating and chocolate was out. The trickiest part was to keep from laughing throughout the process.
And then on the flight home, Elena's bag was once again held up. She got a panicked look on her face, turned around and said, "I don't want to watch and I don't want to know what it is." We had let each of the kids get a couple of small souvenirs. Elena's first was a mood ring that she gave me for safe-keeping at a beach and I promptly lost within an hour. Her second was a water-filled squishy toy. Which she made sure to pack in her bag. Which was a carry-on. Which are not allowed to have that much liquid. The very kind security lady took pity on us and didn't take away her only remaining souvenir. While I'm thankful for our security checks and their rules, I'm also thankful there are still people in the world who can use a little good judgement and common sense to make the occasional exception.
Ok, last story. On our flight out of Minneapolis, Elena came back from the bathroom and said, "Darwin is on this flight!" Darwin is a man we know from our home town. I told her it must just be someone who looks like him. "No, it's him. He's even wearing the hat he always wears!" So I checked it out, and she was right. He was several rows behind us so we didn't get much of a chance to talk.
While we were heading to the gate for our return flight, the kids were hoping Darwin would be on our flight home and that he would sit by us. Since we were flying a different airline for the return flight, I told them it wasn't likely. And even if he were on the same flight, with 200 seats, the odds of him being seated next to us were even less likely. Well, the odds were in our favor: we found him in the airport playing the flute with some local musicians, of all things. The kids enjoyed listening for awhile and then we boarded the plane. (You get to board right away when you fly with more kids than any intelligent person would attempt to fly with.) We took up 5 seats, and the rows were 6 across so there was an empty seat next to Elena. And guess who had the lucky ticket. Darwin, of course! And Frankie even let Darwin hold him for awhile - a bonus for us both.
Saturday, November 12, 2016
A New Record
Our kids have all been poor sleepers until they reach about years of age. They get enough sleep, they just don't always have the best timing. So far Charlie has been the worst, although Frankie appears to be following in his footsteps.
The biggest issue is getting them to sleep at a decent time in the evening. Once they hit about 2 years of age, their naps very easily interfere with bedtime at night. So earlier this week when Charlie fell asleep at 3:45 in the afternoon, I was not the happiest camper.
I tried waking him up right away to no avail. For the next 3 hours, we tried waking him every 30 minutes or so: we tried taking him outside, standing him up (he just walked back to the couch and fell back asleep), blaring loud music, tickling him, letting the cat climb all over him, letting Frankie climb all over him,....nothing worked.
At 6:30 I finally gave up and brought him up to bed thinking maybe he would just sleep through the night, although we were prepared to be up with him at 2:00am. I was shocked when we woke up at our regular time. He slept 15 hours! I'm thinking major growth spurt?
The biggest issue is getting them to sleep at a decent time in the evening. Once they hit about 2 years of age, their naps very easily interfere with bedtime at night. So earlier this week when Charlie fell asleep at 3:45 in the afternoon, I was not the happiest camper.
I tried waking him up right away to no avail. For the next 3 hours, we tried waking him every 30 minutes or so: we tried taking him outside, standing him up (he just walked back to the couch and fell back asleep), blaring loud music, tickling him, letting the cat climb all over him, letting Frankie climb all over him,....nothing worked.
At 6:30 I finally gave up and brought him up to bed thinking maybe he would just sleep through the night, although we were prepared to be up with him at 2:00am. I was shocked when we woke up at our regular time. He slept 15 hours! I'm thinking major growth spurt?
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Oh, Shirt!
If I had to choose, I would say The Blues Brothers is probably my favorite movie. I can't decide if that makes me a dork, shallow or really cool.
So the other night when Charlie was up past 11:00 and wasn't falling asleep, I saw that it was on TV and decided to let him watch it. I planned to rope him in with the police car chases and music (2 of his favorite things) and then figured it would bore him to sleep when they switched to less exciting dialogue. I figured right about him loving the movie and wrong about it eventually boring him to sleep.
I also figured that the swear words would be removed since it was on TV. I guess the rules have changed since I was a kid. We've seen the movie enough that Seth and I managed to talk loudly over the TV whenever a swear word was coming. And we only missed one - the one when the driver of the Good Ol' Boys' RV says "Oh, S***!" right before driving into a lake.
We kind of held our breaths, hoping that if we didn't react, he wouldn't even notice it. About a minute later, just when we thought we were in the clear, Charlie said in a completely innocent voice, "I like the way that guy said, 'Oh S***!'"
Seth was on it quicker than I was and said, "He said 'Oh Shirt!'" Charlie was a little skeptical at first, "He said, 'Oh Shirt'?......Why did he say 'Shirt'?"
Then it was my turn to cover by telling him there was a shirt lying in the road, and that's what made him drive off into the lake. That seemed to satisfy his young and trusting mind, which could never imagine his parents would tell him anything untrue.
Seth was hesitant to even have this posted on the blog: exposing our kid to profanities and blatantly lying to him all in one night. Pretty sure we're not in the running for Parents of the Year Award. I thought the story was too good to let it get lost to our undependable memories, though.
He has reenacted many things from the movie, but it has been a few months now and he has not once used the phrase "Oh Shirt!" or anything similar. Here he is chasing bad guys around the kitchen island. I love how he even whips the back end of his "car" whenever he turns a corner like they do in the movies. Unfortunately for Charlie, this activity was ruining our floors so we had to put an end to his car chases. Hardwood floors and kids just don't mix that well...
So the other night when Charlie was up past 11:00 and wasn't falling asleep, I saw that it was on TV and decided to let him watch it. I planned to rope him in with the police car chases and music (2 of his favorite things) and then figured it would bore him to sleep when they switched to less exciting dialogue. I figured right about him loving the movie and wrong about it eventually boring him to sleep.
I also figured that the swear words would be removed since it was on TV. I guess the rules have changed since I was a kid. We've seen the movie enough that Seth and I managed to talk loudly over the TV whenever a swear word was coming. And we only missed one - the one when the driver of the Good Ol' Boys' RV says "Oh, S***!" right before driving into a lake.
We kind of held our breaths, hoping that if we didn't react, he wouldn't even notice it. About a minute later, just when we thought we were in the clear, Charlie said in a completely innocent voice, "I like the way that guy said, 'Oh S***!'"
Seth was on it quicker than I was and said, "He said 'Oh Shirt!'" Charlie was a little skeptical at first, "He said, 'Oh Shirt'?......Why did he say 'Shirt'?"
Then it was my turn to cover by telling him there was a shirt lying in the road, and that's what made him drive off into the lake. That seemed to satisfy his young and trusting mind, which could never imagine his parents would tell him anything untrue.
Seth was hesitant to even have this posted on the blog: exposing our kid to profanities and blatantly lying to him all in one night. Pretty sure we're not in the running for Parents of the Year Award. I thought the story was too good to let it get lost to our undependable memories, though.
He has reenacted many things from the movie, but it has been a few months now and he has not once used the phrase "Oh Shirt!" or anything similar. Here he is chasing bad guys around the kitchen island. I love how he even whips the back end of his "car" whenever he turns a corner like they do in the movies. Unfortunately for Charlie, this activity was ruining our floors so we had to put an end to his car chases. Hardwood floors and kids just don't mix that well...
And here he is listening to his new favorite CD while dancing on his tiny "stage." I'm pretty sure some of those moves are straight from the movie. For the first 2 weeks after getting this CD, if anyone dared to play anything other than the Blues Brothers Soundtrack, Charlie would stop whatever he was doing, yell "Noooooo!!!" and run to the CD player to switch it back. I'm glad to report he has gotten over that and we are once again allowed to play a variety of music.
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
A glimpse for now
We went to visit friends in Southern Oregon last week, but between unpacking, getting ready for Halloween, and a nasty head cold, it might take me a bit to get all of our pictures and stories up on the blog. So here's just one to tie you over.
This was our first attempt at a family picture on the trip. We had to wake Charlie up to take it so our friend, Adam, who was taking the picture was trying to get Charlie to wake up and smile. At one point Sam made a farting noise, which got a giggle out of Charlie. Then I made the mistake of saying "All you really need to do to get him to laugh is talk about farts and butts."
It's been a few years since we've hung out with Adam, so I had forgotten that of all people, he would have no shortage of material in this area. He immediately started singing a little diddy called Alphabutt, which of course became the kids' new favorite song. As you can see in the picture, Sam was especially entertained - particularly when he hit the line "C is for Cat Butt."
For those of you who are intrigued enough to hear the song, you can listen to it here. WARNING: If you don't want your kids running around saying things like "D is for Doo Doo" and "L is for Loud and Long farts" do not play this while they are within earshot.
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