I'm making a list...

This week's title is based on a wonderful if completely unknown song by a guy I knew in university. He had a talent for making songs that all sounded kind of the same, but his lyrics were wonderful. His songs were your typical university-dude song, full of heartbreak, in-jokes and mentions of places and people only others at the university would 'get'. I don't think he makes music anymore, but I don't know. I can't find him on Facebook - plus, I don't think he liked me much. He probably wouldn't 'friend' me back.

Anyways. Charlie.

Charlie has done a LOT of barfing over the past few days. He's come down with another bug, and has slept a lot, cried a lot and, yep, barfed a lot. He's become very sensitive to anything barf-inducing - I cleaned the bathroom the other day, and the smell of the cleaner made him barf! At least, that's what I think it was...you never know with babies, 'cause, y'know, they don't talk.

The poor child has barfed everywhere. In his bed. In our bathroom sink. On our (fucking carpeted) stair landing. On the hardwood. And in his new 'barf bucket' (which is really just a reclaimed Tupperware that we lost the lid to) which is great, because it doubles as a toy when it's not filled with barf. Seriously - he says 'dada' into it over and over again, and thinks the mini-echo is hilarious.

We are hoping he is on the mend. He has been sleeping a lot, and he slept less today, he was less cry-ee today, and he hasn't barfed since his 10am feed this morning. I am ever hopeful. We did, however, cancel 'Matt and Kris's Supervowl Extravaganza' for Sunday, because the last thing this kid needs right now is more baby germs. Kids are carriers, man - grubby little germ-ridden carriers. As much as I wanted to see the babies and, of course, their parents, keeping Charlie well is more important. Damn it.

Like I said, I'm making a list. Of everything Charlie does that is really, really funny. It might just be funny to me, or Matt, or our parents, or his aunt and uncle...but that's enough of the people who read this blog to make a list of them. So here it is. Enjoy.

And if you can, if you're ever in western Canada (I think he was Albertan, for some reason), and you're at some hip little coffee house or see a poster for James Kent, go to his concert. Even if you don't get the in-jokes, you'll appreciate the lyrics.

I'm making a list...

1. Now that he's scooching, Charlie looks at something and goes. For. It. He gets this really determined look on his face and just goes.

http://youtu.be/Nx-uNgrh_SA

2. He has a stink face. He often makes it as or after he's pooed.









3. He sticks out his tongue and attempts to lick mine if I stick it out first.















4. When I put my hair in his face, and grabs it with both hands and sticks as much as he can in his mouth. Both of us get very wet. But it's pretty funny.
5. He tries to sing when I sing. So far, no awards.
6. He likes to hump the air with his diaper off.
7. When people clap on tv, Charlie claps too, like he is part of the studio audience.

http://youtu.be/smhPiQERbpA

8. On numerous occasions, although not recently, he has tried to pick my freckles off. Diligently.
9. He likes to march, although he can't stand on his own of walk yet. He has marched since he was 4 months old.

http://youtu.be/8CjM1k4mwjo

10. Lastly, Charlie has various looks. He has a bored look, a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look, a happy look, a pouty look, a stink face look...all of which are hilarious. I wonder if it's damaging that we laugh at him so much...

I'm making a list - James Kent

I'm making a list of everything I miss
I'll send it to you
I'll send it to you
I'm writing a list of everything I miss
I'll send it to you
I'll send it to you
And on it wil be the souveniers we bought each other at the ROM
Where you worked in the summer
And on it will be
Those drives in my parents car
Blasting OK-GO on the stereo
And on it will be
Our trip to Drumheller, dinner at Pete's Drive-In, and the Baskin-Robbins
And the best of all, but not least of, on it will be you

I'm writing a list of everything I don't miss
I'll keep it for me
I'll keep it for me
I'm writing a list of everything I don't miss
I'll keep it for me
I'll keep it for me
And on it will be 15-minute Simon Says on those cold nights
When I walked you home
And on it will be
Those times when you woulnd't say what was bothering you
But I knew it was me
And on it will be
All the mistakes I've made
I'll write them on a page, and tear it up
And on it will be
Feeling guilty for three years

I'm writing a list of everything I miss
I'll send it to you
I'll send it to you
I'll send it to you