This post is late. It’s fiscal year end in fundraising land, which means bad things for my time management skills. Accordingly, I am taking the lazy blogger’s option and going with an Instagram photo post featuring the infamous Charlie and narrated by…well…me. This kid’s vocabulary seems to have suddenly gone from individual words here and there to entire sentences. It’s not just the stringing together of words that amazes me. It’s the fully formed thoughts that seem to come out of nowhere. Each of these pictures brings back actual conversations that I have had with Charlie. These are the fun times of toddlerhood – I’m still working my way through a post on the difficult parts.
Charlie: What that?
Me: That’s a lemon, honey.
C: Charlie wants it!
(Charlie takes a huge chomp out of a lemon slice)
C (Upon walking in the door from daycare): My new bike! I wanna ride it.
M: Okay, let’s take it outside and go for a ride.
C: Yeah! Go for a ride. FUN!
(Charlie found this chair at Ikea)
C: My chair! It’s blue!
M: This chair is for outside.
C: So Charlie sit on it outside, Mommy! (Big sigh.)
C: Charlie play baseball! I hit it!
(After this shot was taken, he insisted that we take away the tee and that his father pitch the ball to him. He actually made contact with some of the pitches. We shall be cultivating our retirement…I mean his athletic interests…henceforth.)
C: I swingin’!
(He is a boy of few words while in motion.)