Friday, July 20

Charl...I mean Hollywood.

I tell you on a daily basis that I am going to send you to Hollywood and make some money on your dramatic personality. Whether I tell you that in the middle of a tantrum or in the middle of a funny moment remains untold ;)

Your boo boos are life ending. Your dancing is all over the house. Your laugh is loud and deep. And your eye rolls are the equivalent of a 13 year old. Your stories are long and very wild. We have our work cut out :)

Here a few things you like to say:
"I'm just chillin' momma, relaxin ya know"

"That's what I'm talking about"

"Daddy, you are so clumsy, ugh"

I captured you trying to copy your daddy during his workout at the beach. People were stopped watching you laughing. The lunges were the best.

"Whatever" (with a busted lip from dancing in the bath tub)

"Hey momma, watch my cool moves!"

speechless...but you may see this at your Rehearsal Dinner one day.

"Mommy if I rub my teeth together I get a big smile"

You told me the following story:
C: "Mommy I can do two things by myself"
M: What is that Charlotte?
C:"I can drive a car by myself and I can cut things with a knife"
M: Oh really, do you think you mean two things you can't do by yourself.
C: "No, a pink pig taught me how to drive Momma, a big one."