"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break." -- An ancient Chinese belief


"While I slept, my heart kept vigil."

"Today I kissed an angel, I knew it from the start; The first time our eyes met, I gave away my heart.

Today I kissed an angel, This angel child of mine; Though not of my creation, My child by God's design.

Today I kissed an angel, My heart is dancing wild; A family by a miracle, Blessed by this angel child."



Sunday, January 9, 2011

Charlotte's cupcake hat

It looks like Charlotte’s sleeping schedule is back on track, but it looks like we may have a repeat of yesterday's poor eating--Charlotte refuses to eat cereal and drink milk at breakfast.

Daddy went to play in his monthly poker tournament while Mommy and Charlotte went to church. When Gregory and Kristen arrived, Charlotte got a little carried away with them in church, but nobody really seemed to mind (there weren’t a lot of people in the church) especially once Surrinder started to play the organ, so the kids’ voices really couldn’t be heard above the music. Once the kids went to Sunday school and youth group, Charlotte seemed to settle down, but immediately started asking for snacks—-today Mommy felt like a vending machine, giving Charlotte different items to keep her quiet. Just before the sermon, Charlotte really started to fuss to get out of the stroller—-she wanted to go to Nana. She was relatively quiet, but wanted to say “hi” to everyone behind us. When the kids came up for their gathering and sing song with F. Roy, Charlotte started to get a little restless again. After church, Mommy enjoyed a cup of tea with Nana while Charlotte played with her cousins, running around the gathering area and playing on the keyboard in the church.

Later in the afternoon, after Charlotte's nap, Mommy and Charlotte left Daddy at home to go to visit Mommy’s friend Susan whom she used to work with. We enjoyed a short visit and then went to Auntie Pam’s, just a couple of doors down the street. We enjoyed a visit with Auntie Pam, Uncle Roland, Samantha, and Daisy (dog)--Charlotte is getting better with Daisy—-she doesn’t seem to be as afraid of her as she was at the last visit.
Samantha and Charlotte playing the piano

Uncle Roland and Charlotte

Charlotte has taken a real liking to her outdoor boots and insisted on wearing them in Pam's house.


Before we knew it, it was 5:45 and we were supposed to be at Nana’s for dinner at 5:30. We arrived a little late, but just in time. We had a lovely visit with the family and Charlotte had great fun with her cousins. Today, Charlotte started to make the motions to bite again—-I thought this was in the past for her; however, it looks like she resorts to biting when she gets frustrated. Yesterday, she did come flying at Mommy with her mouth open in the familiar way to bite, but Mommy put her hand up before she was able to set her teeth in. Mommy thought this was a chance event, but now it looks like it may be a problem again—-we’re going to have to be a little more aggressive with breaking this habit before someone really gets hurt, likely Mommy. In church today, Charlotte bit down really hard on Mommy’s index finger, leaving a set of teeth imprints in her finger.

After dinner, Charlotte and Kristen posed for a photo with their matching cupcake hats, handmade by a dear friend of Nana’s from her high school days at Riverdale CI.


Before we knew it, it was 9 pm and time to head home. We weren’t in the car but a few minutes when Charlotte was asking for something to eat—-Mommy obliged with a cookie, which she gobbled up. On the drive home, Charlotte became very chatty, practising a few words: “Nana,” “Mama,” “Daddy.” Charlotte stayed awake for most of the ride home, which is quite unusual for her—-she fell asleep within a couple of exits of home on the 401. Charlotte was awake enough to play hard-to-get with her kisses-—she eventually insisted on getting a kiss from Daddy. Good night sweet angel.

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