So Charlotte is back to looking at the scrapbook multiple times a day with me, but with a twist. She points to at least one picture on each page and asks me to sing a song about the picture. This works just fine when it's a picture of something like a boat or a cat that I can easily sing a real song about readily, like "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore." But when she asks me to sing a picture about a lemon I have to make something up. Fortunately these songs suck, so there is no way she will ask me to replicate the exact songs. There is no way I could remember them, and that does not appear to be a problem.
Another new thing is she likes to grab a book, put it on her bean bag, sit on the potty while I sit in the rocking chair, and we read the books together. It's pretty funny because she scoots around in the potty as if it were an office chair with wheels.
Lastly, my mom broke her ankle pretty badly the day before the tree fell on our garage... the same week the Spurs blew game six and then lost game seven to the Heat. Bad things come in threes, so we're covered. But sadly it was a bad break it is really hard for us to be so far away from home and unable to get there. I was looking up airfare online about three hours before the storm hit and our summer was redefined.
If any good came of this, it is that Calvin, our nephew is coming to visit us for a week and change as a substitute trip for the vacation he was supposed to take to Yellowstone with Suze. Selfishly this is great for us and we are thrilled to have him coming.
So here is a video of Charlotte and me looking at her scrapbook and me having to sing a song about a watermelon and whatever random stuff she pointed to. And then we have a little conversation about the garage, Suze, Calvin, and his sister Sophia.
