Being home with these two sweet kids during the daytime is hilarious (and exhausting at the same time). Charlotte is learning to talk more and she cracks me up. A couple of funny stories:
You may recognize this lovely picture from Snow White. Charlotte immediately noticed that she has, "No teef"and called this to Richard's attention. Well, what dentist wouldn't use this as a "teaching opportunity"? Richard informed her that this is what happens when you don't brush your teeth at night. Charlotte insists multiple times a day that we find the picture of "no teef" in her Snow White book. Then every night when we get her toothbrush she gets these big eyes and shakes her head and says, "no teef, no teef." Traumatized much?
To keep Charlotte engaged while I spend time with Elliott I try to have her help me and talk to her while she helps. I commented that Elliott's poop was yellow. A decision I learned to regret when we visited my office and she proudly declared, "Ayet's poopoo yeyo" (translation: elliott's poop is yellow). Later when I was changing her diaper she said, "Ayet's poopoo yeyo and Charyet's poopoo pink." Well, there you go...she has pink poo (and it probably doesn't stink either).
I recently said, "let's go get Mister Elliott." All day long Charlotte kept repeating me, "missa Ayet"(which sounds surprisingly similar to Missy Elliot and I kept getting her songs stuck in my head.) Later that afternoon she proclaimed, "missa Ayet and pincess Charyet." She is quite the princess. Anytime she puts on a dress she dances around and calls herself a princess. When my mom gave me this yellow cardigan ( I sure do love cardigans) she wrapped it around her and thought she was Princess Belle.
We love to go out to eat in "The Fan" because they have lots of great places to eat. The Fan is midtown near VCU which has a lot of art students and hipsters on their fixie bikes. One of the days were were down there we saw a girl with black hair, thick black eye makeup and tattoo sleeves. Charlotte pointed and said, "it's a witch!!" Uhh...Rich and I put our heads down and walked away quickly, avoiding eye contact with each other because we knew we could crack up! Then another day we were down there and a big guy with a ponytail walked by and Charlotte said, "Bad guy, Bad guy!" HAHA...I guess we can't eat in The Fan anymore.
Not to leave mister elliott out, here are some pics. (I must choose really crummy times to take pics of him with so many crying pics.) The first is Elliott on the day he came home from the hospital, then him in this little blue and red outfit when he was 5 days old and the nakey one at his photo shoot when he was just over one week old. The last one is his one month picture taken yesterday. Check out the difference in the way the outfit fit him at one month.
