Sigh...

We've had a busy week here... especially the boys who have been coming down from their Florida high. It's a bit of a shock to them to go from playing outside all day, to being trapped indoors in the Arctic circle.

Now, add to that a milestone. Charley has officially vomited for the first time. I know, it's charming. I don't count all the baby barf as actually puke, so this is a first. Poor little devil was crying and wanting hugs last night. I was nice the first few times and then was all "Hey, get to sleep! What's your problem?". Well, the problem erupted forth and mystery solved.


He seems better today, with the exception of being over-tired from the long night. I'm feeling a little ill myself today, so it's off to bed to recup. The boys cuz's up the street are also suffering from this bug, so I wish them health too.


Here's Charley yesterday before we knew what was to come. Have I mentioned that he's obsessed with PlayDoh? Like, crazy about it. Won't stop talking about it. Loves. It. Period.


I have spent many hours with the stuff, as has everyone else who spends any time with him. I don't know whether to smooch or curse Uncle Ben and Aunty Kristin for adding to his mania with the expansion kits they got him for Christmas.'


It's nice to know that I'll have a career in claymation whenever I re-join the paid workforce. My creative skills at work for my tyrant, almost 3 year old boss!



One of the tubs o' stuff. I need shares in the company.

Mama's mad skillz.

Later.