Last week we were gone a lot. While we were home we were getting ready to paint our main floor living room. Those of you who've been here know the walls don't end and continue into the front entry way, up the stairs to the second story, and down the stairs to the basement. It's a major undertaking and I wasn't ready to paint on Friday when Russell had his day off.
Saturday and Sunday were spent finishing up the spackling, sanding, taping and beginning to prime. The biggest thing was deciding on a color. Four samples later we found what we wanted. Actually we found it in three, but the color match at Wal-Mart turned out to be a little different than the sample we got from Lowe's. Thanks to my creative artist friend Kirsten, we chose a color that will be good and not too dramatic (a golden yellow, I'll post some photos when I find the camera and have a little more time). She's sympathetic to my situation because they just moved into a two-story house and painted too. She and Jeremy have a generic "little giant" ladder they've loaned us so hopefully that will help with the tall areas that stretch from the main floor to the ceiling that ends at the second story.
Charles has been busy this week. He learned how to drink out of a straw (he learned on vacation but promptly forgot), feed Grandma Cheerios (which he thought was hilarious), climb down the steps, and I'm sure some other things I've forgotten. Yesterday he tried to feed his friend Merrill (Kirsten's daughter) snacks while she was here and today in his exersaucer he realized at dog-level you can feed Casey and Lillie graham crackers. He thought feeding the dogs was quite funny. Thankfully they were gentle with their chomps on graham crackers. For those of you with a weak stomach or germ phobias, please skip to the next paragraph...Charles would try to feed Lille a graham cracker, then stick it back in his mouth, and then try to feed her again. Finally she wised up and took a big bite. He was fine with that. In fact, he'd rather watch her eat than have the snack. I have a feeling these pooches are going to get a little more plump if they keep having these kind of snacks. They already know to hover under the high chair and lick the seat when Charles gets out!
Charles is getting a molar and is out of sorts without a dose of ibuprofen. He's got a big purple spot on his gum and we're finally seeing signs of a tooth. That will bump him up to 8!
I remembered I've got some pictures of Charles on the porch swing at Aunt Christy's house (I always call it Grandma Goentzel's house even though I lived there several years and Christy bought it from Grandma). Christy got a new, fancy digital camera when she was in Oregon. Of course Charles is a great subject to practice on. He loves to swing.

Charles laughing on Aunt Christy's bright orange water bed!
Swinging is fun!!!



What's taking so long? I'm ready to go!

Posing for Aunt Christy.
I better go. I've got a stinky stinker emptying all the CD-Roms out of the desk drawer and putting 3 1/2" floppy disks in his mouth. Dad will be so excited!
One final note...those of you who live around here are welcome to join us for Charles's birthday party on August 11th. Give me a call and I'll fill you in on the details.