Charley has been learning a whole lot of words. He says some sentences but not a whole lot. He loves talking on the phone. He can count to three. He still loves fruit. He likes to sing...without words...he just babbles. It's funny.
And they still aren't used to each other crying. If one gets upset, the other starts to cry as well. SOMETIMES it's funny. Like when I have the hubby home so he can grab one child and I can grab the other. Otherwise, I'm double-hipping it. Is that a word?
Ryan has surgery next Thursday for his gallbladder. I'm excited to be having my mom come out for a week to help out some. I'm hoping she will be able to look past the atrocity that I call my house.
Ah-hem.
In my spare time, I do housework...not blog. Right? OOOOOFFFFF course.
A couple of days ago, there was a spider in our house...not just any kind of spider. It was the size of a small dog.
SERIOUSLY THOUGH...bugs in the south are MUTANTS. I have yet to find one NOT the size of my head.
I wish I had a picture of the thing but all that I have is of it in the toilet performing water ballet. And for a good 45 minutes too. I'm not even sure how it got into our house. It's not like it could've SLIPPED through a crack. I mean, it had to break through a window or something to get in. I also start thinking about how long it has been IN my house and where it had been. What if in the middle of the night, I went to get some water and just...you know...ACCIDENTALLY stepped on it...bare foot. It could probably swallow my foot whole.
*heart attack*
My irises have bloomed...this year, Charley hasn't eaten any. He does like to smell EVERYTHING. He'll make you smell it too. He absolutely LOVES reading. Don't let him catch you sitting down, he'll crawl into your lap with a book. He also hates wearing clothing. It's really fun when you have the plumber coming soon and he won't let you put clothes on him. He's been wanting to potty like a big boy. And by big boy, I mean he wants to stand up. Let's just say, we are still working on AIMING. He knows how to go potty by himself (sitting position) so unless we're watching him, it'll be ALL AROUND the potty, not in it.
After about 10pm, the baby monitors start going crazy.
Not because the kids haven't gone to sleep. Both of my children talk in their sleep. It's kind of creepy. How do I know they're asleep? When we first started hearing them, we would check on them. They'd be PASSED OUT and BABBLING.
Just the other day, Charley got into the butter. Not just "got into" but also ATE it. He eats butter. My son eats butter. We do feed our children. I promise.
*sigh*
My eldest...getting so big.
My men.
Brotherly love...
Happy boy!
On Daddy's shoulders
And lining blocks up on brother's bum.
"Sti-ers" (Stickers)
Playing in the dirt...if you were to look in any of his 4 pockets, you'd find lots of rocks. He likes...rocks.
Just because it's spring, doesn't mean that snow boots AREN'T in style.
When I forwarded this to my mom, she responded saying that Charley wearing his snow boots all the time is a sign that we need to move back to the mountains so Charley can live his dream. Haha!
