And it continues...

My problem w/ this blog is that I tend to start writing and not be able to stop until it's taken me a week to write and re-write until I'm happy enough with my 17 page post to publish it.

So I am going to try to post more often. Thus, they may be shorter, but not necessarily sweeter, posts!

The problem is I'm afraid I'm gonna forget the stuff I want to write. Which brings me to tonights post.

(Charlie is getting restless listening to the clicking of the keys as he sleeps. I predict a nasty grunt and roll in a second so I have to hurry up!)

Here we go:

After a big discussion of pjs verses boxers alone, Baby Charlie decides he's wearing just boxers to bed. Whatever!

A while later he comes up to me and says "Do you think you could change my last name to Jackson? I'd stay in this family and everything, just with a different last name."

"I'll look into it" is my response.

"Yesssss!" He does a fist pump.

And as I walk away I see his skinny white body moving a little too fluidly and listen as he sings to himself. "Oh, yeah, I'll be Charlie Jackson! I'm a Jackson! I can dance! In my underwear!"

So, now I'm left to wonder if Michael Jackson has joined Father Fred in the haunting of this house.