Charlie got his first flu shot today. He was screaming and throwing his arms in the air and letting his entire body turn to jello. Good times. It was a complete nightmare. I kept repeating...,"Charlie - it will only hurt for a second - I promise..." "it will only hurt for a second - I promise... " "it will only hurt for a second - I promise..."
He couldn't have cared less and payed me no attention...he was PISSED!!
This evening, while Charlie was in our bath. I turned quickly to change the TV channel and caught my shin on the wood that surrounds our platform bed....can you say, "*&*&$#% $#%$#% $$*&*( #&$ *(&%$#$?"
I did.
Then I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed...like I haven't cried in a LONG LONG time!! After a few minutes of gasping for air, I was finally able to suck in my tears and call Sierra in to get me a bag of ice.
Guess what Charlie said.
Yep. Over and Over and Over and Over.
I'm not even going to type it.
This won't be one of my normal posts, because Charlie didn't say anything astounding today, however, I am still in awe of him. There has been a lizard living in his room for at least 3 days now. I first saw the lizard on Friday morning. I thought for sure the poor little guy would be dead by sundown....but I was WRONG. Now, don't be mistaken. I used to hang lizards from my ear lobes and try to shoot them with homemade darts blown through a straw. I'm just a little older, a little slower and I bruise easier, so I wasn't able to catch him without bruising my legs or throwing my back out.
This story isn't about the lizard, but now that I have your attention.... I finally caught the little *&#^$& today , but only because he's been without food or water for at least 3 days and he was too slow for big bad mama. (Wow - that sounds sad when you put it into words.)
Anyhoo...in my efforts to catch the sickly lizard so that he wouldn't die a slow, lonely death, I completely destroyed Lil Charlie's room in order to catch him. Chests and toy boxes turned on their sides, every toy in his room piled onto his bed; the whole 9 yards.
When Lil Charlie and Dad got back from the driving range, Lil Charlie helped me for 2 hours as I put his room back together...lego by lego, truck by truck, gun by gun....he didn't miss a beat. Secondly, when we were finished, he hugged and kissed me and told me how he loved everything that I did in his room (which included a little re-arranging). Totally worth the bruises and 3 hours I invested in catching that damn lizard and cleaning his room.
Here is where I became totally in awe of Charlie and realized that I have totally underestimated his intelligence. If you could imagine a child with an obnoxious number of Lego and Star Wars toys...that is Charlie. I can't help myself. I'll buy him a huge Lego project and he will sit completely focused for HOURS until he's finished, or until I drag him to bed kicking and screaming. Literally, he sat at my sisters for 7 hours straight (with lunch and potty breaks) to finish a vehicle that was labeled for 8-10 year olds. Charlie's only 5yrs old. He refused to do anything else until he was finished.
I didn't realize the level of his Lego/Star Wars fascination until we were cleaning his room and I would pick up a random piece of plastic, in the shape of a gun, a Lego piece, or any other random shape, and he would tell me exactly which Lego project or Star Wars toy it went with..and then be able to locate said project or toy within sec
onds. This went on for 2 hours. I started to test him...and he nailed it every time. There wasn't one little piece of plastic in his room that he didn't know where it belonged.
The icing on the cake was the last little piece of plastic that I picked up. It was a teenie tiny gun. He has over 50 of what appear to me to be the exact same gun, however he was able to tell me exactly who it belonged to and where that person-toy was. Boba Fett. Star Wars. Lego Box. Living Room.
His mind is organized chaos...brilliant, I tell you...just brilliant.
Today is the first day of Fall, 2009. It's 90 degrees outside. Florida.
I pull through the kid pick-up line at 12:15 and Charlie jumps into the car. He obviously had a great day at Pre-K. On our way home, Charlie asks, "Mom - Did you know that the season changed today?"
So, I answered, "Yes, Daddy told me."
Charlie then asked me if I knew HOW the season's changed.
I said, "No...How DO they change?"
Charlie replied, "My teacher just took a card from the back and put it in the front. Then it was Fall."
His teacher is pretty awesome.
Today, Charlie asked for a new toy. Again. In the past 12 days, he has received 3 new toys...one from each grandmother and one from his Aunt Carol...she's just a sucker.
So, in an effort to teach him a lesson about charity, we dragged his two big bins of toys out into the living room and separated them into "Keep" and "Give Away" piles. When we were through sorting all of the toys, the "Give Away" pile was much larger than I had expected, so I gave Lil Charlie a big hug and said, "some little boy who doesn't have many toys is going to be SO HAPPY to get your old toys."
Lil Charlie quickly stood up and corrected me and said, "Oh, no, Mama, I'm going to give half of my toys to my dad's Meme and the other half to your Meme (Grandmothers) because they don't have good toys at their houses."
That was his charity. He is totally and completely my husband's child. Thank God he has my good looks! :o)
Lil Charlie asked me when his birthday will be again, so I started counting the months out loud and finally ended on August.
LIL CHARLIE: "August? WHAT? It's going to be in AUGUST??? AGAIN????
He's... a freakin' comedian...I can't get over it.
In thinking that Charlie will one day find the love of his life and marry her, I feel it is my duty as a woman to raise a polite, respectable man. On our way to school this morning, I stood patiently at the door and asked him to "Please open the door for the lady."
His response: "What, are your hands broken?"
Really?
Lil Charlie says to me in the car on the way home from school,
"Mom... I have 2 girlfriends..........and I really love them....... because they are SO beautiful."
Lil Charlie: "When I lick my arm, it tastes like chicken."
Mom to Dad: "There's my next Blurb Post."
Dad to Mom (as he whips out his crackberry), "Not if I post it first."
Crackhead!
Lil Charlie says, "I made a new friend today. She's a girl.........and she's preeetttttty. Really pretty."
