Today I brought home a feather Cameroon JuJu headdress that I got from my friend Ali. Charlie took one look at it and said “Bird with no face? Don’t like it.”
I’ve been picking up furniture for the house in the Ford 150 with Huck riding shotgun. I wish we could drive across country like this.
I’ve been picking up furniture for the house in the Ford 150 with Huck riding shotgun. I wish we could drive across country like this.
Yesterday we went to Oliver and Jacob’s baptism on the bay. It was Teddy’s first time on a beach. He loved it. So glad I have beach babies. (Doesn’t Rachel take good pictures? So much better than mine)
Again and again Murasaki, the cas sushi place is a hit with Charlie. It’s like the only place we can go out to eat. It was the happiest he has been in weeks. Loves rice, dumplings, miso soup, tempura, and even one bite of a roll.
About a week ago, it was like a switch flipped in Charlie and he decided he should really milk the terrible twos for all they’re worth. I compare it to being a personal assistant for a really difficult celebrity and you can’t quit: outrageous and impossible demands, totally self-consumed, taste that leans to the slightly tacky, extreme pickiness about food, agreeing to sleep in a certain bed only if it is just so, obsession with clothes, you tell them how great they are, people stop on the street to gawk and compliment but may be met with a scowl or a smack, selfishness. And you are left with no time for yourself, are totally drained, and get paid nothing. At last with a celeb you might get some haute castoffs or something. Charlie has no delicately used Marchesa to give me.
For the past 2 weeks Teddy has been getting ready to wave–when you wave at him he will move his fingers slightly but tonight when we were waving at him he actually stretched out his whole arm and moved his hand.
The day before Easter, Charlie and Teddy went to an Easter egg hunt at their friend Jason’s house. Charlie had a great time finding eggs and eating candy. Teddy fell madly in love with the lifesize Easter Bunny*. He would laugh and giggle and hide his face, acting coy. Seriously flirting with this bunny. He would cry until the bunny would come back over and talk to him.
