Here they are cooking together:
It was a full house so Charlie, Diego and I shared one room which was a recipe for a disaster. We had two air mattresses and pack 'n play...of course the three of us ended up on one air mattress. It was like camping all over again. Charlie snuggled into his cute aid mattress for about 1 minute before deciding to come into mine and Diego can't bear to be in his crib if he senses me in the room. It was comical. Well not really. After feeling like I pulled two all-nighters Charlie and I moved in with my little brother and gave Diego his own room. Clearly I wasn't the only tired one. My brother Nathan fell asleep when we were sitting around in the kitchen. 
If I were to make a wild guess at what professions my sons will have I'd say Diego will be an architect and Charlie will pursue something artistic (maybe that should read tortured soul). Diego likes to fit things together and is absolutely obsessed with tractors. The only words he says are mama, hi/bye and tractor. He usually collects all of the tractors we have in the house and just sits in the middle of them saying 'tractor, tractor, tractor.' Charlie still loves his music and seems to be getting in touch with his his Bolivian roots - his masked dance reminds me of Bolivian street parades. Check out his moves:
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Every time I read your blog I marvel that somehow my parents managed to raise four kids. 4! It's a good thing yours are so damn cute.
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