What Charlie Is Up To

As I have been incredibly nauseous for awhile, and get up off of the couch only to feed Charlie foods that I can barely tolerate the smell of, Charlie has decided to turn to other activities for fun. She now enjoys forming imaginary romantic relationships between her Disney Princess dolls and her Seven Dwarves dolls-- just today I caught Cinderella and Grumpy under the bookshelf together and stopped them just short of sin. I have also seen Ariel making eyes at Doc on top of the TV cabinet, but at least they are behaving themselves. Charlie also enjoys getting on my cell phone and racking up huge bills talking to all her friends and checking her stocks with her broker. I also happen to know that she has taken to ordering pizza since she is tired of the spaghetti and chicken nuggets I keep feeding her. She loves to kick back in her "easy chair" and watch a movie on her personal DVD player, especially while "yucky poo-poo Daddy" watches football on the "big" TV. She actually called him that last week in utter disgust when, after the third game of the day, she asked for "Ella" and we told her no, because Daddy was watching football. She was told that calling Daddy "yucky poo-poo" was definitely not acceptable, and she later made it up by hugging him and saying "I love you, Daddy." She has taken up playing the guitar and is quite good, but only plays one song: "Sweet Child of Mine" (thank you, Jeff). Charlie is also now capable of telling the difference between little and big things: whole "big" pieces of bread are acceptable; half pieces are not. Quarters of an apple are "big" and okay; eighths are "little" and not okay. No more cut-up banana; she now has to have it whole, even if she only eats half and then leaves the other half in the middle of the living room, where I inevitably step on it on my way to the kitchen to make more peppermint tea. One very exciting skill she has recently developed: now when she spits out her chewed up food that she no longer wants onto the floor, she knows to pick it up herself and throw it away in the trash. Very exciting for me with all this nausea! Now if I could get her to not spit out chewed-up food at all...