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Friday, November 23, 2007

Kinkos Pasta...

We had such a nice, do-nothing day. I needed that. One trip to BJ's for the diapers we needed (and no I did not actually get to find out what would happen if we ran out of diapers...darn!), and the rest of the day was spent inside the house just lounging around. I normally love to be out at 5am with the rest of the crazy shoppers on Black Friday, but this year, I didn't want to deal with it. I think it's all the stress I've been under lately. I just needed a day to chill. Especially since I have a long week ahead.

Since we had lots of playtime with the kids, there was tons of laughter in the house. One thing the kids thing is just so cool is when I pick up Elizabeth's blanket and put it on my head. Then they come over and stand under it with me, like a tent. The blanket is not really big enough for all of us, so normally one or 2 of us fall out. In this game it is survival of the fittest, so Elizabeth is normally the first one out by default. She doesn't care. She just moves onto the next interesting thing, like eating a book. I think this is one reason why Charlie likes to play it. So we were playing this game today and, as usual, Elizabeth was "pushed" out of the tent. There I was with Charlie just smiling and laughing at each other. The words "Que pasa" came out of my mouth. I guess since I sound nothing like Dora the Explorer, Charlie did not understand what I was saying. So his answer was, "Kinkos pasta!" As I type this I find myself laughing again at his innocent hilarity.

1 comments:

Mr F said...

I like it! You should patent it before I commercialize it. It's a lot better than all the others (like the Spaghetti-o phrase) that you've been warned.

About your question on what happens without diapers, never been in that situation before, but I'm sure it can't be that bad. After all, our grandmothers and even my mother (warning: this last statement not to be interpreted as "I'm old") never used disposable diapers. All you need is a thick piece of cloth (well, many pieces) and then when it gets dirty, you just wash it! easy, huh?

Finally I concur that Charlie's age is wonderful. I laughed so much during the time when my son age was between 2 and 5 that you can't imagine (although you will). One little peace of advice: Take tons of pictures. These will be priceless in just a few years when they turn overnight from toddlers to big boys.

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