Charlie has been dying for some Daddy time (and I have been dying for some me/Evie time), so when Clint had a day off recently, he got Charlie out of bed, dressed him in his best camo outfit, and whisked him out the door for a morning of fun. They started with a pancake breakfast, where Clint made the mistake of thinking that he and Charlie could share a two-egg, two-bacon, and three-pancake meal. He forgot to account for Charlie's voracious appetite, and ended up having to fight Charlie for a few bites of the pancakes (Charlie threw up a little when he got home, so I'm not sure little Templeton has quite mastered self-control yet).
They then took the Dart Train to the Aquarium, where Charlie ran around like a crazy man and burned off his pancakes. Clint said Charlie's mouth was hanging open the whole time and there was lots of wild chatter and gasping. Charlie was SO excited when he got home, and wanted to tell me and Evie all about the choo-choos and the fishes (which apparently went "gulp, gulp, gulp").
Evie and I had a wonderful time with our quiet morning. We played, went for a run, took a nap, and showered (without having a wild monkey pull everything out of my bathroom drawers while I was doing so). While I was playing with Evie, I started singing to her, and you've never seen anyone so happy to have her own song. She was smiling and laughing and bobbing her head around wildly. I think Kindermusik may be in our future. :)