But for this post, I'm giving the love to Charlie. I swear he's had energy bottled up all winter and now that the sun is out, it's like his cork popped and he's been uncontainable. On Tuesday night, he had 90 minutes of track practice. When he got home, he didn't even come in the house, but went straight to shooting baskets down the street.
Yesterday was the school talent show. Last year, Charlie did a dance to that "you spin my head right round..." song. I didn't even know he was going to do it and had to hear about it from several people who were there.
This year, he picked Michael Jackson's "They Don't Care about Us." I kept telling him he should practice and he kept assuring me that he would be fine. As we sat in the gym and watched all the kids in the school file in and take their places, I started to get nervous for Charlie.
I shouldn't have worried. Oh, he's not going to be recruited for "Dancing with the Stars" anytime soon, but he had some moves:
All that -- by himself -- in front of 500+ people. I love that he has enough self-confidence and enough hunger for the spotlight to put himself out there. Even if I do need to find a pediatric chiropractor or at least some break dancing lessons for him.