We are in "that" phase with Charlie. He's 2 years, 7 months old and acts like a maniac most of the time.
We have to chase him from the tub to his room, trying to get him dressed.
Today, after nap time, Rich walked in to something that looked like the cocaine scene from Scarface. Baby powder EVERYWHERE. At first, Rich didn't see Charlie. Then, from around the corner, came Casper the ghost proudly declaring "I powder!" as he's coughing from all that he inhaled.
During that pre-powder nap, Rich made his annual batch of pickles. This required a special trip to the farmers' market this a.m.
And I benefited from that farmers' market trip. Fresh berries.
After a BBQ & dip in the pool with our friends, the Morads, we cleaned up, took showers, and retired to the patio to enjoy those fresh berries on some sorbet.
A typical summer weekend for us.