Because Mr. C Likes Huell

I have nothing good to say tonight. I'm only here because Mr. C is watching Huell Howser in the other room, and I'm afraid that if I stayed to watch I'd end up curled in fetal position under the couch. Huell and his enthusiastic ways embarrass me. I often feel bad for Cameron the camera guy. I wonder if it's uncomfortable for him to stand there and roll tape while Huell belabors obvious points and cites everything as "A-MAAAAY-ZING!" I can't stand it, and I'm in the comfort of my own living room.

True story- a couple of years ago at CoachellaFest we ran into Huell and Cameron, and (I am not joking!), I had to pull on Mr. C's hand and frantically beg and plead with him to not approach Mr. Howser. I was afraid of the awkward long handshake thing that Huell does. I also didn't want anyone to see us talking to him.

But I'm sure if you were a bystander watching us you would've thought we were super cool with our argumentative hand gestures, me tugging on Mr. C's sleeve, and the paparazzi act Mr. C pulled as I dragged him away.

Yep. There he is. Good times.

Anyway.

I realized a couple of weeks ago that I haven't written much about Baby Roo. I started following her around on the Flip, hoping to get something cute, but she's more interested in watching herself on my side of the lens than performing in front of it. I'll keep trying, cuz really, she is SO dang cute.

And I have to say, not to sound like a doting mother, but it's been so interesting to watch my kids grow into these little people with personalities of their own. My Roo is turning out to be a big old girly-girl. She is always into PG's purses and jewelry. Most of the time if I'm wondering where she is, I can find her wandering around the hallway with ropes and ropes of necklaces around her neck and a purse over her arm. She loves talking on the phone "to daddy" and playing with the big girls. Her favorite thing is when I do carpool and she gets to sit between two Kindergartners. She's a favorite with them too.

But my favorite thing lately (and one that I've been trying to catch on the Flip) is how she loves to laugh. Even when she was 6-8 months old, if her siblings had a chuckle, she would join in. She hates to be left out of a joke.

So, the other day I sat on the floor in front of her and entertained us by making all these fake laughs for her to respond to. I hee-hee-hee'd, ho-ho-ho'd, snorted, giggled, and each time she would imitate the laugh right back. It was hilarious, but apparently only to me. 9 was watching and I believe his words were "Now I see why you get along with my dad."

Really 9? I'm surprised it took you this long.
You all have a good night!

****Edited to note that while rereading this, (besides realizing how boring it is) I also noticed that it looks like the man in the hat standing next to Huell IS WEARING A MAN SKIRT! Huh. I've had that picture in my iPhoto library for almost 3 years now, and never knew that fun little fact. Anyway, props to him- although I'm not sure I would've chosen a 3/4 length sleeve shirt to go with it.