Funny things

Two nights ago Kate called me into her room 2 or 3 times because her blankets had fallen off and she was cold. Each time I lovingly tucked her back in and before I could even kiss her, she was back asleep (sidenote: so many people assured me the day would come when they would sleep on their own and sleep well, I was skeptical...but now it amazes me every night). The next morning I tried to give her a pep talk. Between frequent trips to the bathroom, a touch of insomnia, and being large and uncomfortable...I rarely get a 3 hour stretch of sleep. Mix in either kid waking up 1 or 2 and it is no good. So I gave her a talking to.

Me: Kate, you kept calling me in to put your blanket back on you.

Kate: Yes, I were cold

Me: I know, but you can just reach down and grab your own blanket and pull it right up.

Kate: But you? No I can't

Charlie: shrugs his shoulders: I guess her arms are too short.

We have been starting every day, and I mean starting as in at 630....with 2 back to back games of memory. And when we get home from our days' adventures we play another two rounds. And often times right before books and bed we play another two rounds. We also play animal dominoes, animal bingo, and a few great cooperative board games, but memory is the absolute favorite. Charlie is truly amazing at it. 48 cards and he usually ends up winning. Kate is good to but loses interest or starts acting silly. She honestly thinks it is the funniest thing to pick the same card over and over again, and will often point out a match she knows of when it isn't her turn. Charlie has the biggest, happiest, and cutest smile during his turns. He is good and knows it. And as soon as his turn is over he starts asking, "My turn?" and he keeps repeating that phrase until it is infact his turn.

The past few days throughout the day he will throw in some random "My turn?" as if it is such a part of his daily routine to say it that it has to come out of his mouth. We were at the beach at Mavericks yesterday and Charlie turns to me and says, "My turn?" and I say...to do what, go in the water? Eat lunch? He smiles and says...oh I think I was thinking of memory.

Last night Adam and I did our traditional tradeoff. He took kids to tennis while I tutored and then I took them home while he finished work and played tennis himself. He had had a minor infraction with Charlie after tennis that left Charlie feeling sad. I was driving them home and explaining our evening plans. I mentioned that Adam wouldn't be home until after they were asleep due to work, tennis, and a meeting...at which point Charlie let out a deep sigh and said....I guess no family dinner for us tonight. It was cute and sweet and sad. Between my tutoring and Adam's tennis most nights are not family dinners. We enjoy home-cooked and healthy meals, but separately. Sadly, when it was time for dinner (which by the way was amazing....thanks Tanya for the recipe!), he was so excited to sit down and have a family dinner without daddy. Then he had to use the restroom. We tried to wait for him, but Kate and I were hungry and ended up eating our entire plates before he returned. Poor little dude sat alone and ate his dinner. I actually sat next to him and we talked the whole time, but I felt a little sad that his idea of a nice family dinner hadn't work out quite the way he imagined it.