After at least a month of wake-up calls before six, this is a little shout out to my boy for waking up at 6:45 (even if he did first wake up at 4:50 from the wind…or being cold…or hungry, but thankfully he went right back to sleep after nursing). I never thought I’d rejoice at a pre-seven awakening, but I feel like a new woman.
While watching the seals at the Denver zoo, Harry began imitating their breathing noises, much to Charlie’s pleasure. This catches the end of the laughter, as well as Charlie’s attempts to draw the crowd into the fun with his fake coughs.
I got lots of requests for cake pictures, so here you are, fans of babies smeared in icing. I’m sorry to disappoint, however, because Charlie approached this first time treat with serious caution…just as he does most everything new. Along with the pictures, I’ve included a short clip of him being sung to and beginning to pinch his cupcake icing.
We both can’t vote on Super Tuesday because the system requires your presence for over two hours in the evening. And there’s no childcare. Seems unfair to me. There must be hundreds of thousands of people in this same situation.
In case my voice can influence anyone enough to change their vote, hence helping me actually vote, Obama is my person. I’m working hard to get Charlie to line up his babbling to say his name. I even heard Canadian Geese flying over the house say “Barack!” today…