USA V Venezuela

We went to a professional soccer game last night. It was so much fun. They had the dome open, and it was pretty cool to be both inside and outside at the same time.

Charlie started off on my lap, his hands covering his ears for the first 30 minutes. Then he got really into it and started chanting USA! USA! USA!. He did not stop chanting until we got to the car, much to the amusement of the people around us.

AJ loved the game too, and watched it intently.

All in all, a great time.

Charlie Complains To The Warden

The other day I made the mistake of taking Charlie to the grocery store, yet again. He asked if he could get a donut. I said he could, if he was good the entire trip. Things were going well. We made it to the actual donut counter without incident. Then, when we were checking out, he went into a full toddler tantrum flop, right in the middle of the store floor. I was paying and AJ was left to physically carry him out of the way of other shoppers.

Of course I was in the process of paying for the donut. We leave and I tell the still screaming Charlie to come over to the trash can. I then drop the donut in the trash can outside the store. As you can imagine, this did not improve his mood any.

Today, his note from school says:" While Charlie was painting the letter "F" today, he said he wanted to draw a picture for his mommy and daddy. "

Coincidence? I think not.

Welcome to Phoenix

I was leaving work and saw this guy on horseback riding down the street. I thought that this picture was so Phoenix. I have never lived anywhere else where people ride their horses down the streets. In fact, when we first moved to our neighborhood (about 20 minutes from where this picture was taken), we went to the store one day to fine horses tied up outside the grocery store and using a parking spot.

I played with editing this picture to make it clearer and you are just going to have to trust me that this is a whole lot clearer than the original. I could have gotten a better picture as the man rode in front of the school. However, the principal was speaking to me at the time and I thought whipping out my phone, mid sentence, would not be a good idea. Instead, I stalked the guy and drove behind him, pulling over to take the picture.

I should really call the health teacher at the high school and have his or her class come with Charlie and me to Target. Because after 3 tantrums and a spilled drink in the check out line, I could have sold abstinence t-shirts.

Charlie's Note of The Day

Charlie handed a block to a friend and said "It's not a block. Come on man, use your imagination!"

Entomology

Charlie just told me he had something in his ear. I asked him what it was and he told me it was a bug looking for nectar, but all he found was dirt.

Our Friend, The Roadrunner