I think Charlotte finally gets dada and mama. At least...she doesn't seem to say dadadada much until I come home from work. And mama only happens when Tracy's around. So...YEAH! First words.
Aubrey is off to dance class today. Honestly, we'd pay someone money for almost any excuse to put her into a tutu. We fools and our money are soon parted - and there's not much to part with. Yes, we know. Little Gym. Dance class. And I'll be derned if I don't find a way to get her into ice skates when she turns 3 (already looked into it...3 and up at the Galleria). Soccer maybe at 4. And guitar lessons....I dunno. 4 as well? It would be easier if she'd let me play the guitar now and then to show her how it's done. Instead I get, "Daddy!! Stop singing!!! I play the 'tar".
In other news, Daddy spends all day editing videos of women in their underwear. Mommy spends most days trying to convince Charlotte that she still has to eat some baby food and can't just eat only bananas and avocados and cheerios and beans and rice. Meanwhile all our grass is dying.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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