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Old, old, old

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Today, C and I went to our favorite coffee shop for a steamed milk (coffee for me) and a muffin before camp.

On our way to camp, C enlightened me…

C: you aren’t growing anymore… but you’ll get older and older and older and older

Me: i need to get older and older so I can see you get older and older.

C: but you’re old now. Like old, old, old, old, old. You’re small, but you’re old, old.

Just in case my recent grey hair cover up was tricking me into believing I’m a spring chicken… C shwoops in with the harsh reality slap.

This was followed up with…

C: oh. I just saw a kangaroo over there, but it died because of the chemicals on the grass. I wonder how it jumped all the way over there.

**I later discovered that there was a dead deer on the grassy median. I assume this was the kangaroo C was referring to**

Never a dull moment with my sweetest little sweetie.

First Haircut

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At the ripe age of 3.5, Miss C finally got her first haircut… shampoo and all! All said and done, she did a pretty great job (WAY better than Henry, although that says literally nothing). 

She didn’t quite get the “straighten out your head” or “look down” OR “stay still” concepts, but whatevs! She wanted to look in the mirror, plus, the chick next to her had foils, which is weird for a hair salon newbie and obviously requires a few deep stares and quick glances.

Regardless, I think she loved it. When she saw her daddy, she told him that they cut “this side” (pointing to her hair on the left), but not “this side” (pointing to her hair on the right). 

C: “Or was it this side and not that side?” 

Me: I think she cut all of your hair

C: yeah. I think they cut all of it. 

Mystery solved.

Oh! And bonus, she got to slam a can of juice before her appointment and got a tiny toy airplane from a guy who worked there, which Charlotte informed us that “she always wanted.” See Charlie, dreams do come true 💕

Little Goldfish

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Miss C had her second-ever dance recital on Friday night and, from a totally non-biased perspective, let me just say that she totally nailed it! The dance was absolutely adorable, she looked like she was having a blast and it was just absurdly cute! 

Brace yourself… here’s a video of the cutest goldfish ever!

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What a fun way to spend a Friday evening 💕


Henry also had a great time! Here he is hollering at this random little girl in c’s class. Note, he is screaming, “I’m Henry!!”

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Their Love

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“When I grow up, I will marry my brudder, Hemy!” C has been proclaiming lately. I don’t have the heart (or see the need) to explain why that is just not going to happen… but the meaning behind it is so sweet. 

Charlotte loves her brother. She trusts her brother. She finds comfort in her brother. 

Charlie wants to “marry” her brother because they “wuv eachovers” 💕

These two little people are amazing apart and amazing together. It makes my heart absolutely melt and flutter and all the cliche shit. But it’s true. They love eachovers and that is the most beautiful thing in the world. 

A Rejected Bear & a Heartbroken Momma

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Charlotte has always traveled in a pack. There’s bunny and soft bunny (the same little blankey lovie with a bunny head, but at one point, one was newer and softer… they’re both ragged and nasty now), blankey, Teddy & the ring leader, Miss Charlotte herself. These “guys” – as we refer to them – join her in every sleep and are frequently dragged around the house. The crew has been together for years now.

Of all the guys, Charlotte has always had a special love for Teddy. I have countless photos of their love affair. C would be sleeping, holding Teddy’s hand. They’d somehow be laying in the exact position. They would “take turns” being the big spoon. It was absolutely adorable. I loved her love for Teddy.

Now, rewind to about 2 or so weeks ago… I wasn’t there, but apparently, Charlie came out of her room and said she didn’t want Teddy in her room for nap. Then, she stood before my husband, staring deeply into Teddy’s eyes. Mark then looked at Teddy and said, “do you not like him because his eyes are red?” Charlie agreed and left Teddy. 

I have spoken to Charlie quite a bit about how everyone is different and despite Teddy having red eyes (they’re actually brown… thanks, Mark!!), he’s still a friend. Regardless, she continues to ice the hell out of this poor bear. And I am left totally heartbroken. Why? I’m not totally sure, but a) as ridiculous as it seems, I feel bad for poor Teddy! No one wants to be iced out like that… even a stuffed bear. and b) Does she think she’s too cool for a stuffed bear??? What the heck!? And, if I’m being totally honest, c) I love you so much sweet Charlie, but is she already a mean girl?? Bailing on her bestie over some arbitrary fickleness?

Maybe I need to start allowing Teddy to sleep in our bed… make her a little jealous so she wants him back…

Okay… that sounds ridiculous. But seriously! This bear has been everywhere with Charlotte for almost 4 years. Does it not seem harsh that she’s totally over him?

Anyway… in memoriam of Teddy… the loving & squishy former BFF to our girl, some photos to remember him by…

A classic, snoozing with Teddy on her head…

Love you, teddy ✌️

Charlotte the Ninja

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Charlotte has a new hobby. On top of fighting naps and bedtime by incessantly coming out of her room with ridiculous requests (ie: I need fresh water, I need three tissues… not two, what’s the weather gonna be tomorrow, etc), she has also taken a habit to lingering in the shadows and ninja-ing until we happen to notice her, which is usually marked by some intense exclamation by me: holy shhhhh….ohmigod… Charlotte!! You scared mommy! What are you doing? Oh my goodness…. [deep breath, deep breath, deep breath]

Last night I was watching some absurd tv show after the kids went to bed. I had seen she was sleeping in the monitor, so I turned the monitor off and was relaxing in front of the tv.

At around 930, I heard a weird creaking sound behind me, turned around and she was standing right behind the couch watching tv over my shoulder. Of course, I made my very startled exclamation (to which she replied: I’m just not weally weally sleepy – a Coined phrase of hers), and then I walked her back to her room…

Me: how long have you been watching?

C: like, sooo so long.

Me: Charlotte, that show is not appropriate. Please don’t do that. It scares mommy when you sneak up like that. 

C: I know it’s not propriate, but I do weally like that show.

Me: go to bed

C: but I want to keep watching

Me: 🙈

C: ughh. Fine. [rolls over and goes to bed]

What in the world!?! How have we raised such a ninja? This girl is going to give me a heart attack… or get exposed to some highly inappropriate television. Thankfully for everyone, my tv taste is that of an 11 year old. Now had she seen one of daddy’s shows, that would be a different story.