Summer is almost here but we have been sizzling from the heat already.  I have no idea what I mean by that.  We have had some super duper great days and some poopy days.  Those poopy days, I mean that literally.  I am talking about Charlie’s poo all over his crib in the morning type of poopy days.  What would life be with out poopy days?  They are always such great stories!  The warm weather has brought back camping weekends, which are some of my favorite times.  Hanging out in nature and being active with family is a blissful experience.  For example, watching Charlie catching a butterfly with his bare hands and then almost putting into his mouth.  As we told him no, he let go and the butterfly flew away.  A rock was not as lucky; he swallowed a small pebble and no I did not look for it in his diaper.  Thus, this summer will have some new experiences now that Charlie is bit bigger and able to walk around.  We bought a small pool for the backyard and attached the baby bike seat that was given to us by our baby-sitter.  However, we might have to get a new one because, well, to make a long story short, it is very dangerous.  And you know me; Safety First!  Finally, Charlie had his last day with the baby-sitter yesterday.  April will now take over that role and then Charlie will begin attending a daycare in late August.  Today, though, I am the baby-sitter for Charlie.  My sister just corrected me; I cannot be a baby-sitter for my own child.  Well then what is it: son-sitter?  She says it is called parenting.  Oh yeah that is right.  I am a Dad and Father’s Day is this weekend.  Yahoo, time to start celebrating of another great year being a Dad and getin’ my parenting groove on!

Charlie is walking!  Monday, at the babysitters, he started by taking a few steps on his own.  Now he his up to taking about 15 steps before falling down.  Watching him walk is fantastic entertainment.  It is like seeing a drunk walk down the street and trying to calculate when the drunk will wobble out of control and come crashing down to his feet.  Perhaps, I could create a website that would allow people to bet how far Charlie will walk each time.  Will it be 3, 4, 9, 16 steps?  What about the next one 1, 2, 5 8 steps?  After seeing how expensive a new house would be, I might do anything for a quick buck.  

Also, his facial expressions are priceless.  When he really gets on a roll he makes a face that quickly goes from excitement to panic as if he was saying,

Yippee this is awesome! But oh crap where should I walk to, where should I walk to, where should I walk to?

Since Charlie can now walk on his own, he does not want to be carried anymore.  I am sure that this is just another step in his independence. No pun intended.  We already bought him a kid leash; we got the monkey one, it is really cute.  He wears the leash like a backpack, allowing him to taste a smidgen of freedom and preventing him from breaking free of my grip and running off.  Finally, because of technology my family has been able to see Charlie walk on the web cam.  600 miles away and still able to be visually apart of the events in our life.  Awww how sweet.

Now that Charlie is walking and I am taking a break from walking.  I do feel great, but I thought I would take a break on the exercise, as my body fully heals.  My reasoning is probably way off, yet it is a great excuse in not having to walk in the morning.  Instead, I sit in a chair, eat oatmeal, and write this wonderful post.  :lol:

A SUPER CRAZY HAT UPDATE:  Remember the story about me finding Charlie’s hat on the sidewalk curve?  The hat that had been missing for about three weeks?  Well there has been a slight twist in events because today we found the hat again!  I saw the hat at my mother-in-law’s house and I quickly asked  April, “Hey did you bring this hat here?”  ”No.” she said.  Her face was as confused as mine.  Both us were thinking the exact same thing, “Well then whose hat do we have at our house?  Is it some one else’s?”  This experience was very weird.  What is the chance of me finding a hat that looks exactly like Charlie’s, as I am walking back to pick up his other that Charlie just through out of his wagon, while April and I were strolling around down town?  Before today I would have said no chance, but I now see that there is one.  As a result, finding the actual hat throws a wrench in the possible reasons for finding the “hat” the first time.  Could I still say that I created it or that a spirit guided me to it or that it was meant to be?  Sure but then I would have to change the beliefs a bit so that they could now fit the new story.  This is sort of like the phrase, “moving the goal post”, which basically means changing your ideas so that your ideas are not wrong.  For instance, suppose someone finds a study that conflicts with their beliefs.  Their reaction could be, “Well that is just one study; that doesn’t really show much.”  Even if more evidence conflicts with their beliefs, they can just keep moving the goal post farther and farther back, to the point that the beliefs can never be seen as possibly false.  Better yet, is when one study, or form of evidence, is found that supports their beliefs and they say, “Told you so!”  Thus, only one is needed to confirm while an uncountable amount is needed to expose the lack of reason.So if anyone one else is missing a blue hat with orange stripes and ear flaps let me know because Charlie cannot wear two at a time.  Yes, two heads are better than one, but you still only need one hat.