Must Be A Valentine's Party...

A Month After Christmas Let Down?

The other day as we came home Charlie looked around and asked out of the blue, "Where is the Christmas Tree?" (We took it down over a month ago...)

"It's not Christmas time anymore," I explained. "The Christmas tree will be back next year."

Charlie peered across the room to where the Christmas tree used to be. "Daddy put the Christmas Tree back in the box?"

Umm yeah good memory -- so much for trying to pretend it was a real tree...

The Art of Guilt Tripping

Charlie is beginning to learn this art at an early age.

I just went into his room in response to his crying, and he announced: "Charlie's crying!"
"Why are you crying," I asked.
"Charlie's so sad because Charlie wants his Mommy!" he answered, complete with sticking out his little bottom lip.

Oy -- give him a few more years...

Sometimes I Really Wonder...

... what goes on in the mind of my child. Like this evening when I was reading his bedtime stories and he announced: "I want to put an apple in my Mommy's pants!"

Umm -- what??

Bring On The Spice!

Charlie loves spicy food.

"Oh no, those are buffalo flavored doritos," my brother-in-law warns. "Oh, that's fine," I assure him as Charlie digs in.

"The chicken is spicy, is that okay?" asks the man behind the counter at Chipotle. "No problem," I answer.

The other day Charlie devoured a thai chicken basil dish that makes my nose run and my eyes water. (In between mouthfuls he chugged water and announced 'All better!') This evening he actually grabbed an onion that I had put out on the counter to cut and, while I looked on horrified, took a large bite out of it. I watched as he chewed and swallowed. "Yummy yummy!" he proclaimed.

I took it away from him anyway.

Waffle Days

To Charlie, days are not divided into weekdays and weekends. Rather, they are divided into school days and waffle days. This is because during the week he has Cheerios at daycare for breakfast (and, err, a munchkin or two from dunkin donuts), and on the weekends he has his food of choice: waffles, at home. Thus, yesterday when he bounced onto the bed and announced, "Wake up Daddy! Wake up! It's not a school day -- it's a waffle day!!"

Sledding With Grammy