Carolina In My Mind

Since he was a baby, Robbie's lullaby from me was always "Carolina in My Mind". 

Now when he's in the car, he requests "My Mind?"

He knows all the words.

But my favorite?  When he says "Baby My Mind" and wants to be rocked and sing the song when it is bedtime. 

These are the minutes you don't get back.  Thanks to Dada for capturing it.

Ewww

Every once in awhile...

Something happens...

In the diaper region...

Sometimes involving walls and furniture...

Sometimes just abject grossness...

Regularly excessive amounts of laundry...

I shall not detail the tales, other than to say to those of you in the gross diaper trenches? 

I'm there.

So there.

Don't be fooled by the innocence.

So there.

Guacamole?

Consequences.

Tomatoes?

Consequences.

Corn?

Consequences.

Bananas, white bread, applesauce, rice?

Consequences.

This one goes out to the diaper warriors.

The sanitize laundry masses.

The Lysol liaisons.

We are there.

Apple ... Tree

This apple doesn't fall far from his tree.

From yesterday's daily report for Robster.

"Robert made an airplane out of popsicle sticks.  He loves our long walks.  He likes to point out American flags"

Great Birthday.

Well my actual birthday was on Thursday and I was on a business trip.  Good trip but I will admit to missing my family.


Susann made up for it by taking me out to a wonderful dinner at the Prime Rib steakhouse in DC.  It is a very good restaurant that is suck in 1968 which, in my opinion, is a good thing.  The place has a dress code that they actually enforce and leather seating is everywhere.  The best part - other than spending time with Susann - was the service - very good without being overbearing.


I have a great deal to be thankful for everyday.


Here's to 41 being the best year yet.