It would be nice for the world to be blessed with my clever to come up with lines. For example, Charlie's first sentence was, "More ketchup." But I didn't
want it to become a series of stories about funny things my adorable son
did. It's not just that it's too self-centered, I'd be afraid I'd cross
a line and embarrass future Charlie. For example, we got an inflatable
kiddie pool and put it in the backyard. (Having a house is awesome).
Charlie would lie on the edge of the pool, naked, pour a cup of water
on his penis and say, "This is nice..." Does the world need to know
that? Of course not. It would be wrong to post that on a blog. (Side note: If I could have
lunch with any two people who lived at any time in history, it would be
my dad and Charlie when we are all 38, so we could meet each other as
contemporaries).
And now we're expecting another baby in December. Oh, did I not mention that? Nilda's pregnant. (We spent years of shots and prayers to get Charlie, and for the second kid, we took a nap. And, it's another boy.) So I think it's time to take a break
from the blog. I feel like Trey in 2004, which is a reference only
Andrew will get. Maybe I'll get back into it someday or, maybe like all
blogs, this one has run its course. In the meantime, here are a few things I've uploaded through the months that I never got around to
posting.
Winter sucked. We moved to a house to get out of the cramped apartment, only to find ourselves stuck in a house that you have to shovel your way out of. They say it takes a full year to adjust to a house, and they're right. Btw, everyone who told me that I would have to shovel snow must not
have known about the nice men who will shovel your driveway for
you, and all you have to do is pay them.
We took Charlie to see Sesame Street Live, which meant he got to go on a train AND a taxi. He was practically catatonic the whole time. Also,
Madison Square Garden does not sell alcohol before noon on a Sunday and
IT IS AN OUTRAGE!!
Charlie had his first taste of a black & white milkshake from Carvel. He's not sharing.
I have no idea how my parents raised four kids. Good job, Mommom and Poppop.
I have no idea how we realized this, but Charlie loves the Jeopardy theme song.
Anything you say to Charlie can and will be used against you. You need to STOP, Mommy!
Thanks for following along. Maybe I'll see you soon. Oh, and the lawn's looking great, thanks for asking.
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