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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Bad "Advice"



Today I digress a bit from my Charlie focus, but it has to be done.  Judgment, disguised as good-natured "advice," is driving me crazy.  I am sick and tired of friends, family members and strangers feeling not only the desire, but also the right to attack the choices made by other moms.

I have a number of mom friends who are experiencing major transitions in their lives right now:  moves, promotions, quitting work to stay home, expecting second children, etc.  Fortunately, most if not all of them are excited about their opportunities, but as with any significant change, there is stress involved.  What amazes me is that almost all of them have been the recipients of judgmental and even spiteful "advice" from people they trust.

The decision to work outside the home or to be a stay at home mom is a huge one for most families.  Even those of us who are financially dependent on two incomes put in hours, if not days or weeks of thought and analysis regarding whether or not to go back to work, continue working or stay at home.  No one that I know has made this decision lightly or without some misgivings.

So why is it that other people feel free to judge our decisions based on their personal situations, lifestyles, values and opinions?  Why is it that anyone ranging from a  close relative to a complete stranger feels that he or she has the right to tell us what is best for our children?

Due to my unusual work arrangement, I fall on both sides of the "stay at home" vs. "go to work" argument.  I am home all day, but Charlie goes to daycare for about 6 to 7 hours so I can do my work and keep my job.  Jason and I are incredibly grateful for our situation, because I am well paid for a job that is easily handled between 8 and 5, requires minimal travel and has virtually no stress.  Plus, if I get my daily work done in less than 8 hours, I can go get Charlie early -- and he's only 7 minutes away. 

Despite our satisfaction with our circumstances, Jason and I have been faced with outright and veiled judgment from both ends of the spectrum.  Explaining to coworkers why I not only accepted, but campaigned for a significant pay cut and relative free-fall down the corporate ladder is like explaining the theory of relativity to Charlie.  At the same time, the idea that a nice home, money for private school, and a dream to charter fish make sending Charlie to daycare our personal choice disgusts some people.

I realize that you can't please everyone, but what I don't understand is why we are even put in the position to worry about it. 

Since Jason and I are currently content with our situation, money is going into savings and Charlie loves his new daycare, this issue has been on the back burner for us, but a recent discussion with a friend of mine brought it right up front again.

This friend is an amazing mother who battled through tragedy and loss to bring her precious daughter into the world.  She and her husband adore their little girl and want only the best for her -- like all good parents.  Right now my friend is  facing an exciting career opportunity, but when I spoke with her she was almost in tears due to the unsolicited opinions and pressure from people around her.  The ironic thing is that just this week another girlfriend of mine was given the opportunity to fulfill her longtime dream of staying home, but she too is facing doubts due to comments from others. 

In my opinion all of these "well-meaning" advisers need to shut their mouths and take a look at their motivation.  I believe that if they searched their hearts they would find that their overwhelming need to persuade others is based on misgivings concerning their own decisions. 

Perhaps they work outside the home (or did so when their children were small) and feel like they are missing out or putting material possessions ahead of their family.  Perhaps they stay at home (or did way back when) and worry that they will have nothing to contribute to society when their children become independent.  Maybe they just hate their jobs or feel guilty for not enjoying play group.  I don't know what all the reasons may be, but I am confident that most of these people are driven by the need to justify their own choices and situations rather than an innate knowledge of what is best for another family.

Now, all families with two parents working outside of the home must find safe, reliable childcare and should definitely strive to spend as much time as possible playing and laughing and loving with their kids.  Just as all stay at home moms need to seek out social and creative opportunities for their children so they can develop friendships and a respect for structure and non-parental authority.  And obviously, should anyone have reason to believe that a child is being abused or neglected, he or she should step in to offer assistance or possibly even bring in the authorities.  Otherwise, isn't it the role of relatives, friends and neighbors to support each other?

Now, how do I justify such a resolute opinion on the subject, when I'm criticising others for their firm stances?  Proverbs 31:10-31. 

Here God outlines the responsibilities, attributes and character of a wise woman.  She does what it takes, whether it be in the home (vv. 15, 18-19) or out of the home (vv. 16, 24), to provide for her husband, her children and the needy.

She does not offer up unsolicited, mean-spirited advice to others, but "opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue" (v. 27).  Because of this, she is blessed by her husband and her children (vv. 28 - 29) and to God, "her worth is far above jewels" (v. 10).


Charlie rocking his first tattoo!
(if that's not a situation begging for "advice", I don't know what is!)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Lost and Found


Toys...we have bins and toyboxes and shelves full of toys.  We rack our brains at Christmas and birthdays to figure out exactly what a 9 month old, 12 month old, etc will enjoy.   We cut off tags, scrub, disinfect, put together, equip with batteries.... and what does Charlie play with?  Anything that isn't a toy!

Last week he lugged my huge stock pot into the living room and climbed right in.  Later he dragged one of Jason's closet shelves from our bathroom into his bedroom and tried to use it as stepstool to play with his favorite toy of all -- the shutters. 

We actually have an ongoing game in our house called "Remote Control Keep Away".  Charlie is obsessed with the remote control.  Thinking we were oh-so-smart, Jason and I removed the batteries from two old CD/DVD player remotes and gave him his very own.  He has zero interest in these.  Instead, he devises ways to get the "real" remotes out of hiding.  Charlie is not above sweetly demanding a hug, so he can reach behind me and grab the remote from the back of the couch!

Even better, since he as the endless runny nose of a daycare kid (guilt! guilt!), Charlie is becoming very familiar with tissues and is actually quite the adept little nose blower.  In the playroom I keep the tissue box up on the high bookshelf, to avoid replacing it twice a day -- both Charlie and Otis find emptying the tissue box to be an extremely fulfilling activiity. 

Well, on Friday we were upstairs playing when Charlie walked over to the bookshelf, stretched out his arm and blew air out of his nose.  Proud that my son was smart enough to tell me when he wanted to blow his nose, I hopped up off the bean bag, walked over and pulled out a tissue.  I turned around just in time to catch Charlie racing across the room, giggling maniacally and diving onto the bean bag to pull the remote out from under the blanket where I hide it.  I truly think it may have been the proudest moment of his almost 16 months!

Now, while he can definitely cause some damage when he gets a hold of the remote, Daddy can always restore the picture, sound, etc when he comes home.  Apparently understanding this, Charlie has moved on to antics with more permanent results.

One morning Charlie was walking around the second floor "talking" on the baby monitor -- anything can be a phone in his world.  Suddenly he decided he wanted to wear Daddy's watch instead, and Jason noticed the monitor was nowhere in sight.  Assuming it would turn up in the dog bed or laundry basket, Jason handed over his watch and continued to get ready.  A couple minutes later, Jason walked into Charlie's room and found Charlie with his hand in the diaper pail!  Thinking he was stuck, Jason rushed over to help, only to find his watch clutched tightly in Charlie's hand.  Putting it all together and risking permanent damage to his nose, flipped down the flap, peered in and pulled out the baby monitor.

Luckily, our pail has a locking mechanism that we now use religiously, but that wasn't the case with our former kitchen trash can -- so we have a brand new one from Sam's that you have to push down on to open.  After finding spoons (don't all 15 month olds stir the trash?) , Daddy's work papers and a variety of other things in the trash, we took action.  I figure we have at least 2 to 3 days before Charlie figures out how to open this one.

The best find actually happened in Miami, though.  Jason flew down for vendor meeting a few weeks ago.  As he was unpacking his computer, he pulled out the missing dog from Charlie's farm puzzle.  I can only imagine what everyone in the meeting thought.  The hen actually showed up Saturday, behind the DVDs when I was dusting.  The sheep is still missing, but I predict that I'll run across it while cleaning out the freezer, making the bed or folding laundry... life is full of surprises!

Charlie soup

If one pair makes me cool...

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

[Sigh]

Scene 1: Mom and Charlie are "trotting to town" on the couch around 8:25 AM

"Da-da?" Charlie asks.
"Daddy's at work," Mom replies, "just like you get to go to school today."
[Gasp] Charlie grins, wriggles out of Mom's lap and and runs to the back door...

Scene 2: Toybox Daycare around 8:45 AM

Mom walks into the classroom with Charlie and starts to hang his bag on his hook.  Charlie starts waving goodbye ferociously.  Mom sets Charlie down on the ground.  Charlie grins and wanders off.

Mom says a couple of quick words to Miss Amanda.  Charlie walks up and commences waving until he is certain that mom is leaving.

Scene 3: The Yukon around 8:47 AM

"Wow, that was quick," Mom thinks.  [Double Sigh]

Epilogue: Daycare around 3:30 PM

Mom peers in the window and sees Charlie and his friends making the wheels on the bus go round and round.  She walks into the room and Charlie immediately starts waving goodbye to his teachers and reaching for mom.  All is right with the world.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Week 2; Day 1


Today started out horribly.  Charlie was in a bad mood from the moment I got him out of his crib.  This was in part due to a topple head-first into the crib itself, but I think there was more to it.  Anyway, breakfast was an absolute nightmare.  Charlie is at the stage where he insists on feeding himself, or refuses to eat.  Needless to say, my formerly clean jeans are now covered in oatmeal spots...but they're still going to have to make it through the day.  I absolutely refuse to go through a pair of jeans before 8 AM!

Playtime wasn't much better.  Everything seemed to frustrate him.  He wanted up, then he wanted down.  He wanted the sunglasses on him, then he wanted them on me, then he wanted them on the floor.  And this entire saga was accompanied by his newly acquired penchant for squealing and whining...ugghhh...

By the time Jason came downstairs, I was convinced that there was no way Charlie could go to daycare today.  He was just having too rough of a morning to make it until 12:00 for a nap.  Plus, how could I inflict this on his teachers?  But, it's Monday, a work day and I have Access Line reports and porting reports and market assessments waiting...

As much as I'd like to blame daycare for this morning's attitude, I thing Jason and I might actually be the culprits.  We definitely didn't provide a relaxing, laid back weekend for Charlie to recover from his first week of school. 

We kicked off Friday night with a blueberry pancake dinner.  On Saturday, Charlie had a playdate at Sophia's while Mom and Dad went to a cooking class for Corrisa's birthday.  Charlie took a great nap and had a blast playing the sandbox with Sophia.  So far they still seem to play independently, side-by-side, but we're really looking forward to watching their friendship grow!

After the birthday party we all headed over to Lakely's house for her first birthday party, where Charlie flirted, climbed, laughed and devoured a hamburger and a cupcake.  Next stop was Corrisa's house for her birthday party -- and more cake!  Charlie and I came home around 8:30, and he was beyond beat.

Sunday was lower key, but still fun.  After church, Charlie and I surprised Dad with lunch at the Boathouse on IOP, overlooking the marsh.  He even had is own cup of orange juice!  By the time we got home, all Jason and I wanted to do was take a nap...so the three of us just spent the rest of the day playing and watching golf. 

Add the weekend's adventures to the remnants of last week's cold and it's no wonder that Charlie was fussy this morning, and I can't in good conscience blame any deep-seated hatred of daycare, no matter how hard I try.  Especially since he didn't even cry when I dropped him off today.  I suppose I'll eventually be relieved to drop him off on fussy days, but right now I just feel guilty. 

Plus, on top of everything else, I forgot that today is picture day, so Charlie is sporting a dumptruck playsuit -- not exactly "picture day" attire...and his spare outfit is a Bass Pro onesie.  Looks like we definitely won't be ordering any pictures this go-round!

Family pic in pink princess birthday hats
Happy Birthday, Princess Lakely!

Mmmm...OJ

Where's Charlie?

If I could just get through the glass, I'm sure I could fly!

I can do it myself!

The perfect accessory for Monday morning drama


Thursday, June 17, 2010

Day 3: Daycare Etiquette??



Technically today should have been Day 4, but Charlie played hookie yesterday to spend my birthday with me and Jason at the beach.  We had an absolutely fabulous time.  It was nice and cloudy, so the beach was comfortable and not too crowded.  After playing in the waves and enjoying my first sand birthday cake, we had lunch at Poe's (yummy!) and dessert downtown at Kaminsky's.  Then, after Charlie collapsed around 6:45, we finished off the day testing out my new margarita/smoothie machine with the neighbors!  It was absolutely perfect.

Back to reality this morning, though.  I dropped Charlie off at about 8:45, right as his class was lining up for Outside Time, and I think this was a major mistake.  Not only did he get upset and start crying, but I think it's very disruptive to the rest of the class to have us come in then.  I'm going to try leaving the house a few minutes later, so hopefully we'll arrive after they get outside.  I think Charlie will be more excited to stay, and we'll be less likely to cause a commotion for the teachers to try to resolve.

The whole experience made me realize that I don't really know the "rules" of daycare.  I have a lot of questions, but I'm not sure who to ask.  Each morning when I drop off and afternoon when I pick up, I feel like I'm disrupting the flow of the class.  The teachers don't do/say anything to make me feel this way, but they are understandably distracted, which makes it hard for me to feel comfortable asking questions.  Is it rude of us to arrive and leave at off times?  Maybe, but I'm not going to drop Charlie off an hour earlier and pick him up an hour later...so what do I do?

Other questions I have:
  • I still can't remember the afternoon teachers' names.  Do I ask again?  Wouldn't that be completely rude to admit that I am oblivious to who is taking care of my baby?
  • I send a sippy cup of water and an empty sippy cup for his milk at lunch.  Milk is on the menu, so I'm sure they provide it...but should I send the first cup with milk in it already?
  • Do I have to call in absences if we're not taking Charlie on a random day due to sickness or family in town, etc?
  • They don't provide a snack menu.  Would it be rude to ask what they serve for snack each day and how much he's eating?
  • What will be worse -- if he's the biter or the bitee?  I feel certain that the issue will arise, and it would be horrifying for him to come home with bite marks...but won't it be worse to find out he's biting other kids and I'm not there to do anything about it?
  • How long is too long to stand outside the picture window and spy on him when I go to pick him up?  I don't want the teachers to feel like I'm a stalker, but I like seeing how he interacts.
  • Kate & Sophia's daycare takes lots of pictures of the kids and has an individual snapfish account for each that the parents can access online.  How long do I wait before suggesting this to Toy Box?  Do I make an anonymous suggestion or walk into the director's office and bring it up?
  • Am I crazy to be waiting for them to tell me that Charlie is their favorite?  (ok...I know the answer to this one, but in all honesty, I keep expecting it.  How could he not be!?!?)
I realize that I should just bring up these issues when I'm there, but I feel like I should already know.  Plus, I feel like the teachers have more important things to do than play 20 questions with a neurotic mom.

If this kind of stuff just gets worse as kids get older, it's glaringly obvious why most teenagers hate their moms.  I'm going to be a huge embarrassment to Charlie by the time he's a freshman...

Bet you can't find my toes!

It takes dedication to maintain this phsyique!

Hmmmm...Chocolate Cake or Snickerdoodle cake...? Both!


32 years of birthday wishes come true


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Day 2


Overall yesterday went great.  According to Charlie's teachers he had a really good day -- even ate some of his fish sticks.

Today he cried when I left.  While it could be attributed to the knock on the head he got getting out of the car, it was still horrible.  I'm not ready to talk about it.

Quick Update - Due to a conference call, I made it all the way to 2:47 before I left to get Charlie.  He was doing great, looking like a little student, completely enthralled with the teacher.  I spied on him through the window for a couple minutes and it was priceless!  As soon as I walked in, he wiggled to be picked up and asked for Daddy...all is well.


Spying through the window to see Charlie with his class

Monday, June 14, 2010

First Day of School

9:07 AM: I think I'm going to be sick... but what I really want to do is run upstairs, bury my head under the covers and cry.   That would be completely counterproductive, though, (and the sheets are in the washer) so I'm just going to sit here and let the tears run down my face while I try to concentrate on work (hah!) for the next 6 hours and 9 minutes...at which point I can grab my purse, hop in the car and go get my baby.  Today is Charlie's first day of daycare and my goal is to let him stay there until 3:30, which will be immediately after afternoon snack.  6 hours, 8 minutes...

I had the best intentions for today.  I packed his bag and picked out his clothes last night (an appropriately patriotic jumpsuit for Flag Day), and Daddy gave him a bath before he went to bed by 8:00.  Everything was on track for a relaxed, optimistic, exciting first day of school.

I didn't account for the fact that both Jason and I would start coming down with a sore throat/cold, something would wake me up at 3:00 and 5:00, at which times I would come up with all sorts of crazy fears about Charlie having to go to daycare, that it would be 82 degrees at 7:05 this morning, cutting our morning walk short and making it absolutely miserable for all three of us, or that I would manage to tweak my shoulder in bed this morning during my 5:00 worries, making it virtually impossible for me to turn my head to the right.  Seriously...I guess that's why that whole adage about "the best laid plans" exists.

Despite all of that, Charlie was in a good mood this morning, looked as adorable as ever, and we buckled up and headed out right at 8:30 as planned.  The folks at the daycare were wonderful.  This morning we met the second director, Tracey and his two morning teachers, Joeanna and Amanda.  I'd already met the other co-director, Shelley, the assistant director, Linda, and his two afternoon teachers -- though I can't remember their names to save my life. 

When we arrived, his class was getting ready to go outside.  Charlie had no desire to be put down in the room, but as soon as we got to the outdoor play area (which was wonderfully shaded -- had to check that concern off the list), he wiggled out of my arms and started climbing up the slide.  I lingered as long as possible asking ridiculous questions and willing Joeanna to tell me to take him home, but like my fantasies on the drive over of his slot being taken by someone else, it wasn't to be.

I did consider immediately swooping him up and carting him back out to the car when I saw that today's lunch is fish sticks -- not out of some organic or nutritional concern, but I just hate fish sticks...what if he hates fish sticks?  No one should be required to eat fish sticks.  But knowing Charlie, he'll probably love them and the teachers and the class.  I hope so... I guess.

During the 7 minute drive, I had also tried to come up with a plan for keeping Charlie home and getting my work done during his 90 minute morning nap, his 1 hour afternoon quiet time and after bedtime at 8:00.  If I stay up until 2:30 in the morning, I could put in a full work day.  My boss is extraordinarily understanding and accommodating, so he might actually go for it...it's my husband and my need for sleep that would cause the problems.

I genuinely do believe that Charlie is ready for this.  I genuinely do believe that he'll love it.  I genuinely do believe that Toy Box daycare is a wonderful place and that he'll flourish in the environment of other kids, crafts, games, etc.  Despite all of that, though, I can't help but feel the stigma of having taken my 15 month old son to daycare to be cared for by strangers.

Just as powerful, but much more selfish, is my realization that one of my biggest issues with the new situation is that Charlie will be learning, doing, experiencing and laughing in a whole new world of which I play no part.  For the past 15 months, Jason, Donna and I and the half acre of land between our two yards have been the center of Charlie's world.  Now it is expanding beyond that.  I'm not sure I'm ready.

9:32 AM: 5 hours 43 minutes to go...


Ready for School!


Morning Patrol with Otis


What do you mean I don't get to ride the bus?


1:40 PM Update:  I've decided that 3:30 was a long-term, maybe even a stretch goal, and if I were to attain it today, I would have nothing to work towards.  So, we're going to aim for 2:00 today, right after nap.  As soon as this call ends, I'm out of here!

Friday, June 11, 2010

First Business Trip

Rumor has it that absence makes the heart grow fonder...well it apparently makes the vocabulary broader, too!

Wednesday was a pretty big day at the home.  Not only did Charlie officially reach 15 months, but I left on my first overnight business trip since he was born.  I've made a few one-day work trips around SC and NC, and I took one overnight  pleasure trip to El Paso for Angie's wedding -- but this was the first time that I would have to spend the night away for work.  It probably doesn't sound that significant, but I'm fairly sure that had this trip happened any sooner, I might have quit due to emotional trauma.

I dropped Charlie off at Donna's as usual Wednesday morning and decided not to stop in to say goodbye when I left around 2:00.  It would have meant the world to me, but I was afraid it would just confuse Charlie and possibly set him up for a rough afternoon. 

Four and half hours later I arrived in Greenville, NC and while I was driving around looking for a place to eat, I received a picture text of Charlie and Otis playing with his brown trout (not to be confused with a sea bass, I found out) and having a ball.  Picture texts are such a blessing!

After dinner I went back to my hotel and prepared for an early night and late morning...I didn't have to leave for the meeting until 9:00, so I thought this would be my first chance in 15 months to sleep in!  Well, I stayed up until 11:00 reading, then settled in without even setting the alarm...it was going to be great. 

Hours later I woke up and saw a bit of light peeping around the heavy hotel curtains.  Certain that it was at least 7:00, maybe even 7:30, I stretched, basked in the decadence and rolled over to look at my phone... it was 4:01!  Seriously!  The peeps of light were from a nearby business.  It was 4:00 in the morning and I was wide awake.  What a waste!

I dozed off and on until 6:45 then got up and went down to the exercise room to run on their treadmill.  It was apparently stuck in metric, so it appeared that I was running 10 mph and did 7 1/2 miles in 45 minutes.  I felt very fast and very fit!

Back up in the room, I called Jason and heard the sweetest story.  Apparently Charlie was a bit confused when Daddy came in alone to wake him up and kept looking to the door for me.  Then as soon as was changed, he raced into our room and tried to climb on the bed.  Once Daddy helped him up, Charlie proceeded to root around in the covers looking for me.  (Could anything make a mom feel better?)

Next they went downstairs for breakfast and it happened.  After looking around the kitchen, Charlie looked at Daddy and said, "Mommy?"  While he has said it before, it's usually as a joke, but this time he was looking for me.  My little man missed me!  Luckily, a bit of playtime in the yard cheered him right up before Daddy dropped him off at Donna's.

The meetings were fine and the drive home was long, but despite two construction zones, a downpour in Fayetteville and ridiculous number of New Jersey and Florida people that don't understand the purpose of the left lane...I made it home with 45 minutes to spare before bedtime.  Words don't do justice to how grateful I am that this is the extent of my travel nowadays.


Fishin' in the hallway


Morning playtime

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

15 months and counting...

That's right, Charlie is 15 months today.  It's so hard to imagine.  I can still remember every moment of the day he was born (other than those graciously blocked due to pain) as if it were yesterday, and I still can't believe that this little monster has blessed our lives.  At the same time, though, I can't imagine what Jason and I did before he came along...we were extremely happy as a couple, but it sure sounds boring now!

So, here is the quarterly Charlie update.  As of 6/09/10:


Weight - 25 lbs 6 oz (60th percentile)

Length - 32 inches (80th percentile)

Head - 48 cm (80th percentile)

Dr. Tripp's comment at 15 month appointment, "You look fantastic!"

Teeth - 4 bottom, 4 top, and gnawing on things right and left, so likely more to come

Hair - Golden blonde (gorgeous) with a slight curl.  The mullet is gone, though, since we had it trimmed for Uncle Travis & Aunt Natalie's wedding.

Birthmarks - Stork bites are no longer visible. Potato-shaped birthmark on left shin and freckles high above his right eye and on each cheek.

Naps - Good nap in the morning. Afternoon naps are a bit more regular than they were for a while -- but often as late as 4:30.

Bedtime - 7:00 to 7:30

Waketime - 6:00 to 6:30

Favorite Foods - Still loves Blueberries, Pancakes & Meatballs, but Pudding has its own dance!
Favorite Song - Toes by the Zac Brown Band (which Mom and Dad got to hear in person last weekend!)

Favorite Dance -  The pudding dance is awesome, but he randomly breaks into dance when he hears music from toys, the radio, TV or possibly just in his head.

Favorite Toys - Cups and silverware followed closely by books -- which he prefers to read on his own -- and anything electronic

Favorite Game - Running in and out of the pool, play cooking/stirring, chasing Otis, anything outside

Interests - Birds, sprinklers, headbands, phones, remote controls, sunglasses, making coffee, velcro

Recent milestones -
- Running and climbing
- Changed Otis' name to "Dog-o" and calls for him when he's outside
- Making all sort of new sounds and some new words: Thank You, Bird, Jason
- Hiding toys/other items from himself and mom and dad
Imminent milestones -
- Maybe finally say "Ma-ma"???? (still waiting for this with any regularity...)
- Starts daycare Monday (!!)

Best Friends - Otis (begrudgingly) and Wally

Hero - Da-da

Personality - (still no major changes from 9 months, but a few new characteristics)

- Even Goofier - He loves to laugh and be surprised, wiggle, giggle, tease Otis, wear his sunglasses upside down, etc
- Active - Unfortunately, Charlie is still not much of a cuddler. He is sweet and loving, but would much rather climb all over you or play tag with you than snuggle up.
- Curious - He loves to check out new things and is always craning his neck and peeking in/around/behind things to see what's really going on
 - Joyful - Charlie wakes up smiling, laughs and jokes around all day and goes to bed smiling (until he realizes that we're leaving the room). 
 - Loving - Despite not wanting to cuddle for long, he loves to give hugs to Mom, Dad, Donna and Otis and receive hugs, zerberts and kisses from everyone.
- Ornery - Or maybe willful is a better word.  Charlie is giving us all a run for our money.  His favorite thing to do is drop/toss something and say "Uh-oh" in the cutest little voice you've ever heard -- whether this be from his stroller, his highchair, down the stairs, etc.  He also loves to give Otis a treat, then chase him into the other room and take it back.  The worst, though, is his recent desire to test Mom, Dad and Donna by doing everything he's not supposed to do all at once (play in the plants, chase the dog, push buttons on the TV, play in the dog bowls, running off with the remote, etc...)

Mom's freshly cleaned house

Climbing up on our "waiting for Daddy" bench

Story Time

Mom and Dad at Zac Brown Band Concert

The Pudding Dance!!!

Such a Goofball!

A bit of light reading while waiting for Dr. Tripp


Post-shots icecream
(Mom's been waiting 15 months to institute this tradition!)








Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Recovery mode...


Ugghhh...the longer the weekend, the harder it is to get back to real life.  Even worse, the better the weekend, the more impossible it is to want to get back to real life.

Our family vacation was absolutely fabulous from start to finish!  Jason's and my dinner (and dessert at Kaminsky's!) downtown was wonderfully fun, and Charlie held up like a champ through all of the adventures mom and dad had planned.  He naps on the boat better than he does at home, and absolutely loved dropping the anchor and wading over to the beach at James Island. 

The roughest moment of the whole weekend was probably when we made him leave the jungle gym at James Island County Park to go over to the water park.  He was having so much fun climbing that he actually threw something of a fit.  Jason and I tried to tell him that the water park was even better, but he was angry.  Nonetheless, as soon as he saw the wading pool, all was well. 

We capped off the weekend with lunch at Taco Boy and a wander through downtown Charleston -- Charlie even got to pet one of the carriage horses, Jasper.  The whole weekend was like a dream.

Of course, with any vacation there are high points and low points.

High Points
  • Friday night playdate with Lakely
  • Cobbler & Tollhouse pie at Kaminsky's on the Market (just Mom & Dad)
  • Naps on the boat
  • Garrett, Amanda, Joey & Deanna joining us for Saturday's boatride
  • Mom successfully pulling the trailer back and forth between the ramp and the marina
  • Reubers, Owens and Garret & Deanna's Dad joining us for Shish Kabobs and Grilled Pineapple sundaes Saturday night
  • Discovery of seaweed on the James Island beach
  • Playing with the Durand Boys at the James Island playground
  • "Swimming" with Alice at Splash Zone
  • Walking through the fountains in the wading pool
  • Going down the waterslide with Daddy
  • Guacamole at Taco Boy
Low Points
  • Rain out at the pool on Friday
  • Two brutal head bonks on the boat Sunday afternoon
  • Tantrum leaving the jungle gym
  • Oscar's being closed Sunday and Monday so Mom & Dad couldn't get fancy takeout
Clearly, the high points greatly outweighed the low points.  So much so, that we've tentatively scheduled another family vacation in Charleston for Labor Day weekend!


I've got it under control, Dad

Worn out from so much fun


Let's go, let's go, let's go...back to the boat!


Another day, another nap...


Charlie isn't the only one who loves the boat

Zoom, zoom

So which one's Captain and which one's First Mate?

Hi, Mom!

Faster, Daddy, Faster!