Dear Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,
Thank you one million times for sleeping from 8:45 Wednesday night until I woke you up at 5:15 Thursday morning.

Thank you for always being in a good mood in the mornings, even if especially when I am rushed and frazzled. 

Thank you for having such a cute little tushie.

Love,
mama

Mountain men!

Those who know me can likely imagine the excitement I felt when I saw an ad for a 19th century encampment of American Mountain Men about 45 minutes south of here. I somehow convinced Matt that this would be a worthwhile event to attend, so on Sunday, we packed Charlotte into the car and headed back in time.

Before I show you pictures, I'd like to just say that it was SO FLIPPING COOL to see these guys in their elements. Once upon a time, I was an anthropology major, and while I never took a class on basketweaving, I did take a class on flintknapping.

Dear god I was young. Also, I made that point!

So this past weekend, I really enjoyed talking shop with the knapping mountain man. We missed the tomahawk throwing demonstration, which was incredibly disappointing, but did get to visit in the teepee.

Ha, photobombed by a mountain man. Pretty sure that doesn't happen very often!

Caution: Work Area Ahead

Oh, hello there!

I brought Charlotte to work with me earlier this week. She was a hit, even though she discovered her voice and spent most of the day screeching like a baby pterodactyl.

 Here she is, screeching. I used a magnetic mirror to entertain her for a little while. She spent about 20 minutes squawking at her image.

And playing with Jacques the peacock. I didn't name him, the manufacturer did. He is a cousin of Mortimer the moose, who will be joining our motley crew in a few short days (thanks, Mimi!).

Monday pick-me-up

Last week, we filled up the doggie/kiddie pool and hung out with our friend.

Carly did this.

 Charlotte did this.

She didn't seem too impressed to be so far from the action. Charlotte did eventually end up in the pool, propped up between my feet. The only difference between the pool and the bath was that here, she somehow ended up dirtier than she went in.

Also, check out our stained deck! 

Let's see, what other cute things happened? Our babysitter snapped this pic:

Tucker is large and in charge. He still weighs more than Charlotte does.

Have a great week!

Inside the mind

Charlotte officially has a favorite toy now. Plastic chain links. This is what seems to be going through her head:

 Woah. Blue link is pretty awesome.

 But, I think I might prefer the purple one?

 I shall examine them closely so that I may better understand the differences between them all.

 I tire of them.

 Oh! Hi, mama.

 These here fingers are pretty nice. And so's the green link.

 Oh! Look, a cat!

Nom green link is awesome.

Too fast by half!

This little imp now holds her own bottles.

How did this happen?

monday pick-me-up

Happy post-Father's Day Monday! Here's your weekly round up of Charlotte pictures.

Charlotte's hair sticks straight up off her head. Sometimes we call her buzz saw.

Happy nakie baby!

More happy nakie baby! She is getting so strong!

Apparently I really like that red diaper. And apparently, Charlotte really likes chillin' in her dipe.