Sing Me A Song About Tacos

Ever since his first big boy haircut several weeks ago (Sadly the curls are off. Once Santa thinks you are a girl it's time for a change) Fred has been going through some changes that don't all revolve around his appearance. The most interesting of which is his increased vocabulary. Suddenly he's adding words and phrase to his repartee that I never thought I would hear him say.

• "Not a commercial Daddy! I don't like commercials!" "Sorry, but not everything we watch is TiVo'd"


• "This meal is delicious! These are my favorite!"

Everything now seems to have a musical quality to it and follow a verse of some sort.

• I like tacos tacos tacos. I like tacos tacos tacos. I want some tacos pleaseeeeee


• I want to watch Wall-E in my roooom in my roooom. I want to watch Wall-E in my rooom


• I need to PeePee PeePee PeePee. I need to PeePee please take me right now. Gotta go to the bathroom and PeePee PeePee PeePee

Oh and every time we are in public he starts singing Happy Birthday to some random person. He's so convincing that people actually believe it's that persons birthday.

• "Happy Birthday Mommy! Happy Birthday Mommy! Happy Birthday to you!"

Too bad I can't seem to get him to do that last one whenever we are at a resturant. I love free birthday cake.

He Said What This Christmas!!!

Welcome to Charlie Blockhead and Happy New Year!!! I'm so excited about this coming year and all that it may bring (a new baby is even being discussed/planned for the later half of 2009....it really just depends on who you talk to...I say discussed and Lucy says planned. So there you go...) I'm also completely stoked because this very post you are reading right here is number 3-0-0 for the ole'blockhead and though I haven't been posting much lately, I feel a second wind coming on strong. First and foremost I gotta get Christmas behind me. So without further ado here is the obligatory Christmas post. Hopefully I'll get some pics up before the end of the week.

HE SAID WHAT THIS CHRISTMAS!

1. Please no more presents! I tired.
2. I want my hat....I want my apron....Daddy....I want to cook.
3. I am tired of waiting on Santa!
4. A kiss to the forehead of Uncle Brock.(Technically not a talky but as they say actions speak louder than words)
5. You're not Mommy. You're Mommy DooDoo.
6. Daddy we don't say Mommy DooDoo no more!
7. Christmas is over! No more lights? No more presents?
8. I don't want to go to no more stores!
9. I think he just ricocheted that bouncy ball off that baby's head.(Charlie)
10. I don't want to see Santa. Santa you stay way over there and I stay over here...I WANT A MICKEY MOUSE RACETRACK FOR CHRISTMAS!

The Things I Take For Granted

Freedom Love Peace Silence Chocolate Laughter First Smiles First Words First Loves.Toys on Christmas morning. A McDonalds on every corner. Java Chillers. Tivo. Not having to wash your clothes at a 24 hr laundry mat in the middle of the night. Planes Trains And Automobiles.Family, Friends, and football games.Long distance phone calls to the ones we love.Warm sunny days doing nothing but reading a book by the pool.A job that pays all the bills and leaves extra to save for trips to the zoo. Time. Sausage balls. Quiet nights in a room lit by the soft glow of a Christmas tree. Coloring with your favorite child. Chinese Food. 299 Charlie Posts. Double Quarter Pounders. The internet. Health, Car, and Home insurance. Pecans dropping from a tree in the back yard. Good teachers and a fantastic daycare. God, Grandparents, and Good Fellowship. Kitty Cats and Puppies. Central Heat and Air. Long days spent fishing along a river bank. A few hours alone on a golf course. New sweaters and old sweatshirts. A good couch perfect for afternoon naps. Time to live and not to work.....Lucy, Fred, Nani, Gigi, Broccoli, Granny, Grandpa, MawMaw, PawPaw, Pops, Poppa, and Mo.

The one thing I plan to to do this coming week....enjoy life and remember all I have been blessed with.

Ornamental Disaster

I'm feeling really guilty about not posting much lately, but the holidays are simply taking their toll. This year just seems to be more chaotic than most and with that comes tons of stress. I thought that cutting back on my freelance work would help ( I now just write for PetSource.Org), but other things have take that space....it seems that we are so busy getting ready for Christmas that we are forgetting to celebrate it. Today I heard Lucy wish a few people Merry Christmas and it occurred to me that the phrase had not entered my vocabulary yet this year.....then there are the outside decorations.

Since Lucy and I were married on December 1st 2001, we long ago decided that on each anniversary instead of a gift for each other we would buy something new for the yard. A few lighted trees, some twinkling snowmen, this year we added a great looking sleigh which we painted black and white. The plan was too position the reindeer we bought last year to look as if they were pulling it....but then the rainy season started and our deer seem to constantly be laying down on the job.

We don't normally have a rainy season, in fact up until a month ago my part of Alabama was in the midst of a drought. After 3 straight weeks of wind, rain, sleet, and snow the Drought of '08' is officially history. As a consequence the wind simply cannot help itself from leveling everything standing in the front of the house included the above mentioned deer and lighted trees. The ground is simply too wet to anchor anything into the ground and what we have ended up with is a neighborhood full of lazy Santa's and sleepy Snowmen. If I didn't know better I would swear a band of Christmas hating teenagers had taken a beating to the entire community.

Merry Christmas!!!

Help! I've Been Lincoln Logged And Can't Get Up!

If you've got kids than you know the joys of walking through the house barefoot only to discover that Batman's Bat-a-rang actually does make an effective weapon if used properly. What may seem like tiny harmless bits of plastic suddenly become appendage altering landmines placed around the house in some type of shotgun pattern. The result is you begin to walk differently. Instead of long strides you learn to march like a soldier except you never let more than the tips of your toes touch the ground. Pretty soon you become so used to trying to avoid ending the life of what was otherwise a very nice foot, that you begin to walk like this every where you go. People at the mall see you walk past like Elmer Fud sneaking up on that Wascally Wabbit and instinctively they understand you are with Toddler.

Over the past couple of years I've had the misfortune of stepping on Legos, Hot Wheels, action figures, tiny trains, sunglasses, and every Happy Meal toy produced since 2006. You could say I was a connoisseur of toy related foot pain. I've been hurt by the worst and lived to tell...until we got the bright idea to introduce Fred to Lincoln Logs. What was meant for building is really just a tube full of wooden bats and pin cushions. Nothing and I mean NOTHING has ever hurt more than stepping on those tiny wooden Lincoln Logs while making my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. But what is a guy going to do throw away every toy that his son has just because they have almost sent him to the E.R. twice? Yes....but I had his permission. After stepping on one of the little #$%&#'s himself he cried "Take them away Daddy!!! Please take them awwwaayyyy"

Leftover Turkey

As you no doubt noticed I took a break from blogging to clear the spider webs from my brain and recharge. Here are some pics from the Thanksgiving Holidays. Enjoy!