Chuck D & Mr. T

T&C are not going to sleep in a timely fashion since they have been sharing a room and both are exhausted. A major problem is that Charlie will get clothes out of the closet for him and Teddy when they are supposed to be sleeping and then we come in to find them both dressed or totally undressed as the case may be. So today we installed a lock on the closet door. We also have invited the bedtime fairy to come and leave little gifts outside their door if they go to bed without problems.

Teddy, the bibliophile, brings me the Richard Scarry book a couple times a day demanding “Read it,” but now also points out all which characters everyone in our family is. Like today he said I was a rabbit father wearing a suit and fedora and pushing a baby carriage; Charlie was a pig firefighter with a colander on his head; MJ was a mouse raking in a field; and Teddy was a boy rabbit holding a red balloon.

Teddy, the bibliophile, brings me the Richard Scarry book a couple times a day demanding “Read it,” but now also points out all which characters everyone in our family is. Like today he said I was a rabbit father wearing a suit and fedora and pushing a baby carriage; Charlie was a pig firefighter with a colander on his head; MJ was a mouse raking in a field; and Teddy was a boy rabbit holding a red balloon.

Teddy is in love with fire trucks. He looks for them all the time and he wants me to read only the two pages in a Richard Scary book that are about fire trucks. He points to the mom cat on one page and points to me telling me that I am the mommy cat and then points to the boy cat Huckle and says that is him.

Teddy and Charlie went to see their father’s lacrosse game the other night. Teddy cried each time he saw MJ and wanted him to pick him up. Charlie stood on the sidelines and using his deep voice said things like “MJ pass it,” and “MJ, score,” regardless of where MJ was on the field or whether he had the ball. MJ’s team lost–probably because they were playing against college players. They were particularly excited to play with him on the field after the game.

Teddy is in love with fire trucks. He looks for them all the time and he wants me to read only the two pages in a Richard Scary book that are about fire trucks. He points to the mom cat on one page and points to me telling me that I am the mommy cat and then points to the boy cat Huckle and says that is him.

This morning Charlie told me “you look like dough. We’re going to bake you.” I don’t really know what he means, but I can tell it is not flattering.

Charlie’s camp teacher told me today that he told her that his mommy had “magic milk” and then pointed somewhere on his chest. Oh my.

Teddy very helpfully keeps bringing me my crutches, which he can barely carry, and says “Crutches!!”

Teddy continues to want to look under my shirt at my tummy–it is so sweet. Charlie put his ear to my tummy and said “I hear them running in there. Pushing and throwing. They need sticks to play lacrosse in there.” I’m really glad they don’t have sticks.