Chuck D & Mr. T

Teddy and Charlie started sharing a room two nights ago. So far so good though they both seem tired. I hope Teddy’s loud sleeping doesn’t keep Charlie awake.

Teddy has started saying so many words and sings too.

Charlie is extremely observant and attentive to everything going on around him and picks up on a lot more of what I say than I think. Yesterday I was talking to a friend in the park and she asked what kind of new stroller I was going to get and I said would probably use two Bjorns and the stroller I have and Charlie who had been swinging and talking to a friend added “Mommy you can wear one Bjorn and Daddy wears one Bjorn and Teddy and I can go in the stroller and Siri comes and we can all go together.”

Whenever someone says something like “When I was in Paris/high school/summer camp/my old office…” Charlie pipes in with “When I was in college I played basketball and jumped to make big shots and won the championship,” or something along those lines. Tonight MJ asked him if he was going to have a mini fridge in his room at college and he said “One all the way to the ceiling with juice and milk and strawberries but not everything,” meaning not the other healthy food I buy like cheese and eggs.

I put a picture that Charlie had sorta made two weeks ago (he half-heartedly put a googely eye on a page someone else painted) in the recycling bin. He saw it pulled it out and said “Uh oh! This picture was in the recylcing. That is not good because it would get taken outside and then the trash men would come and pick it up and take it away and I would be sad and would have to cry.” So I said “Ok” and hung it on the kitchen wall.

Charlie asked me the other day, “WHere’s the Georgetown Embassy”

Charlie says the babies should be named “Sugar Baby” (a lyric from Into The Mystic, which he loves for some reason) and “Charlie.”

The other night Charlie came over and put his hands on my tummy and said “What do you think those babies are doing inside?” Then said “Oh, I know, I think they are getting under their blankets, closing their eyes, and going to sleep.”

T has so many new words and now also says “Upease” for “pick me up please.” I’m glad he is trying to be so polite.

We took T&C to the National Gallery yesterday to see the Canaletto Venice exhibit. They both loved the gondola and C loved the maps and pictures of Venice. Since reading the Olivia in Venice book he has been very interested in the idea of canals replacing streets. T did not like the exhibit or the Gaugin one, but did like the cafeteria.