Dear Charlie

Dear Charlie,
11 weeks today!  77 days!  The accountant in me really wants to calculate the hours, minutes, and seconds, but I think I'll just stop while I'm ahead.  You are such a happy baby, always smiling.  You even smile at the puppies on your shoes...and you're probably wondering why they don't smile back.  They just sit there, unchanged, so you smile harder.  You are loving your bouncy chair this week, you love to bat at the little "furry friends" who hang from the bar on it.   We took a walk this week in your big boy stroller...and you seemed to love that too!  (I know I did).  This morning you woke up and I heard Camden talking to you in your crib and you were talking back, and laughing.  Laughing!  It was so sweet, it made my morning, and your big brother's too, I'm sure.  You seemed to find your hands this week, as in finding them in your mouth.  Sometimes you'll end up with a thumb, sometimes a couple fingers, sometimes you just end up poking your eye out, but you're trying.  I hope you don't end up a thumb sucker, but at the same time, it's pretty cute how proud you are of yourself when you get that thumb in there all on your own.  I know I sound like a broken record, but I sure do love you, Charlie!  I can't imagine my life without your chubby baby cheeks, and your excessively noisy eating habits, and even your sour poops.  You make ME smile, everyday.

xoxo
Love,
Mom