Happy, Happy Birthday Baby!

Charlie is a year old today! He's not an infant any more. Sniffle, sniffle. However, on a more positive note, we still have a whole year left before he becomes the Twoaberribilis that poor, misunderstood Aidan is (that's two and terrible put together with a twist to make it sound more like a real name for something). We really cannot understand Aidan. Literally. His pronunciation seems to get worse as he gets older. This is a post about our Charlie, though. Crawling, attempting to walk, not saying a word but very happy...right on track for our Snow babies. Up the stairs in 10 seconds flat, mouth open for the next bite before I've got the spoon back to the food from his mouth. Weighed twice at the last doctor visit because the nurse thought maybe the scale was malfunctioning. Curly, wild hair and wild noises (mostly growls) to match. Yes, coming right along...our little Charles Patrick. Is it time for another already?

In an effort to take advantage of all of the great performing arts in our little part of the world, Jay and I have seen a couple of great performances recently here. First we saw Shear Madness at the Kennedy Center. It's the second longest running show

on stage in the history of American theatre, and I can see why. It's an interactive murder mystery, so the ending changes depending on how the audience decides. It was really fun!

Lastnight we saw the musical Chess at the Signature Theatre in Arlington. We love that stage and saw a few of the cast members that were in Les Miserables when we saw it there. It was awesome.

This entry is mostly for myself, since my mental capacities seem to be diminishing even as I write this, and I no longer have the ability to remember anything at all really.

Next week Jayson and I will be taking in Mary Poppins at the Kennedy Center! We're hoping to see every performance there before we move to New Zealand. Unfortunately, we won't get quite as much live theatre there so we're trying to get our fill.

"Don't, don't, don't bite your friends!"

As a mother I find myself saying the strangest things but saying them in a very monotone, normal way, such as, (and these are the examples I actually remember which means they must be VERY recent) "why is there a baseball in the freezer?", "please stop kicking each other in the head", "don't pick your nose and eat your boogies, please", "if you continue to throw your food you are going to have to live at the zoo with the wild animals" (Aidan's response: "okay Mommy, bye bye Jayson!) "you are not a robot, you are a boy. You can get wet." "I cannot drive like a reace car. I have to go the speed limit (sort of)", "don't spit on your brother"..."don't punch your dad"..."for the millionth time, don't put your face or any other body part on the sliding glass door!" By the way, my title is a link to a song that has become one of Aidan's personal mantras.

"She smiled at me!"

Charlie's hair is getting longer, and it's cute and curly. I remember this age with Aidan...it doesn't seem to matter what we dress these boys in, everyone wants to call them girls! Last night we went to one of our favorite local chains, Uncle Julio's, for dinner. When the hostess brought the high chairs out she brought one for "him" (Aidan) and one for "her" (Charlie). The server asked what "she" (meaning Charlie) would like to drink. Later a woman walking by said, "oh, cute! She smiled at me!" Will we...can we... have a girl next and can she please look just like her brothers?

Maybe it was the bow...

Jaysonism #1,967,394

This boy has me in stitches for the better part of a day. He takes after his Dad that way. Sometimes he doesn't mean to be funny at all...it just happens. True talent. This morning Jay was making brownies for us to take to our friends after church. Jayson and I were upstairs and I said "yum, I smell chocolate!" Jayson said, "that's because Dad is making something called chocolate turtle." I laughed and said "Jayson, you crack me up!" and Jayson said "no, Mom, really. That's really what it's called! I read it on the box. Chocolate Turtle!"

Aidan did me a huge favor today and cleaned under the oven with a chopstick. He didn't find nearly as many things as I'm sure we've lost under there so I guess the centipedes have carried the other stuff off, along with the socks that have not emerged in the laundry. Thanks, Aidan! If only he could've found the croc that he lost earlier today....

Is this a house of small boys or what? Plastic glow-in-the-dark ant, hot wheels tractor trailer, blue car (I've NEVER seen this in my life!), marbles, fruit snack (Aidan: "yummy! foot nack") kix cereal, really old shriveled blueberry, cookie cutter, flosser (used), dried fusilli noodle, and the magnetic letter "O". Or the number "0".

Super Why!

Yes, our blog is disaster....

but here is a little preview of future posts until I get this figured out!

Starting with poor Charlito's teeth. They were with us for such a short time....