Random Acts of Charlie


So I am wiping the stars out of my eyes and getting back to blogging as usual. If blogging is the new scrapbooking (as in memory keeping), well, I’ve been doing a pretty lousy job at that.  (But if blogging is the best place to be all Why won’t people read my blog, poor poor me, waa waaa  waaaa—even though it’s honestly not how I intend it—well, I’m apparently pretty good at that!)

Time for a full-on mommy post. The kind where I complain and swoon and marvel over my daughter and tell goofy anecdotes that only a mother could love. As it should be.

It amazes me every day how much personality is packed into that little two-year-old. Charlie has been working on putting more words together. We mostly still get two word combinations such as ”Go away!” or “Daddy, look!” or “Wha’ happen?”  But, every once in a while, she comes out with a more articulate gem that never fails to make me chuckle and swoon and think my daughter is a genius. The other day when I threw something in the garbage, she said, “Good job, Mom.”  Yesterday, we were in her room playing and she was looking for one of her stuffed animals. Before running into the living room to get it, she looked at me and instructed, “Stay right here, Mom.”

I suppose her verbal skills are on track, but there are still plenty of times when she speaks Chinese, and it always frustrates both of us when I can’t make out certain things she is trying to tell me that she wants. Yeah, “rice pudding” was a toughie. But at least that was one I figured out eventually, unlike some.

She bites. Not people, thankfully (with the exception of yours truly sometimes). Sadly, some of the DNA she seems to have inherited from her mother is the ‘easily frustrated’ gene. She’ll be pushing along her doll stroller, for example, and if it gets stuck or won’t move somewhere she wants, she’ll freak out and start crying and tensing, shaking and biting her fist. Then she’ll bite the handle until I go over and look her in the eyes and calmly say,  “Charlie, would you like some help?” Then she’ll stop and sheepishly say, “Yes.” Crisis averted.

Baby Einstein is OUT, and she is now obsessed with this old Disney show called Bear in the Big Blue House.

It’s actually pretty cute, and I dance and sing along with her because, well, that’s just what moms do. I’m mostly thankful it’s not Barney ‘cause I sorta got my fill of creepy purple dinosaurs years ago when my niece was her age.

We got excited when friends told us that there was a Bear in The Big Blue House attraction at California Adventure.  Upon further investigation, however, we learned it’s no longer there  (Not surprising since the show’s been off the air for a while now.) We’ve had to resort to eBay auctions for Bear dolls, books, and toys.

Charlie is bossy as hell. “Mommy, come.” “Mommy, dance!”  “Mommy, jump!” “Mommy, NO SING.”

She also seems to have a touch of her mom’s control freak ways penchant for liking things in order. I put her down for a nap the other day with her usual entourage of stuffed animals and dolls strewn about. Later, when I went in to check on her, this is the scene I found:

I have taken to buying the cheapest newborn diapers I can find so that she (or I as the case may be) can diaper all of her dolls and stuffed animals. I got tired of her using up all of hers!

Charlie has a willful streak that, quite frankly, is a pain in the ass, especially if I need to get us out of the house in a timely fashion. She needs to pick out her clothes and has an aversion to jeans these days. She’ll have to rifle through her diapers to choose the exact one she will wear.  Even so, diaper changes are still a major wrestling match complete with flailing and screaming and usually calling for Daddy.  Those are the times I get frustrated and impatient and think Really? I don’t deserve this!

This morning she actually had a fit at the clothes I was wearing, pointing at me and crying and saying, “No like shirt!” Crap. Really? Don’t ask me what’s so offensive about a black Henley. But I wouldn’t be surprised if my toddler was more up on fashion than I am these days.

But she’s my cutie pie.  She says “Thank you, Mom” at the most surprising yet appropriate times. We sign “I love you” to each other before bedtime. There’s a sweetness about her that I just couldn’t live without. I sink into those big gorgeous blue eyes (because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t?) and I just want to eat her up, especially when she flashes what my friend Kim calls her “billion watts of light smile” and when she puts her arms around my neck and enthusiastically smushes and rubs her face into mine because a kiss just isn’t enough. Those are the times I look at her and think Really. I don’t deserve this.


  1. LeeWee says:

    LOVE this girl! Can’t wait to see all of you guys!


  2. Irene Landon says:

    this one needs to be submitted for publication!


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