Jack has come up with some real beauties lately. I'm trying to decide where he gets his wicked sense of humor and wit and I realize I have to look no further than the mirror. Ha. Seriously - after two years, his favorite song remains "Low" by Flo Rida. Not a particularly child (or woman) friendly song, but hilarious all the same to watch him sing it 1. To his sister while naked 2. While using his great-grandmother's cane as a microphone ("Ladies and gentlemen," he says), or 3. In the car and telling me that not only am I not allowed to dance to it, but if I sing to it, I will spit up. Spit up = throw up in Jack's book. Our babysitter is endlessly delighted by his charming ways. The other day while she took him on some errands, he told her - rather loudly - as they passed the beer cooler, that "My dad LOOOOVES beer. I mean, looooves it." So, I'm sure that not only does she think we are alcoholics, but that we also love misogynistic music. All class, all the time. Today he threw up at the sitters...which on a normal day would have been fine, but came on the heels of a three day stint in the hospital for Miss Charlotte (thank you, pneumonia - mother of the year here). The hits just keep on coming!

So Charlotte is a zillion times better. Her hoarse little cries and horrible cough were so sad. I was truly scared for the little gal. I drug her all the way to Texas to meet her great grandma and she was such a trooper. After three days in the hospital and wrapping every nurse around her chubby little finger, we headed home for several more days of isolation. It's one thing to be home, but another one completely to know that you really. can't. leave. Wow. I know for a fact that I ate an entire box of Thin Mints in less than 24 hours. Those damn Girl Scouts probably give you way fewer cookies than they used to. And they're so delicious coming out of the freezer. Charlotte learned how to roll from her belly to her back, so she's officially on the move now, rolling, rolling all over the floor. I think she might be even busier than her brother. She does not want to miss a minute. A photo of her practicing:
She is a wild woman for sure. I'm thinking she will keep dear old dad on his toes so it might be convenient that dad is handy when it comes to hunting.

A few other photos of the kiddos: