You guys, I don’t even know how old Charlie is right now. I was going to title this post, “Charlie: 18 months old” but as I was typing it I wasn’t really confident that’s actually his age. I was much better at keeping track of these sorts of things when I only had one child… and I feel like I was ok at it when I had 2 children. Poor Charlie – maybe he’s 18 months old? If he’s not 18 months old yet, he probably will be soon – or maybe he’ll be 19 soon. I don’t know.
Needless to say, he is getting older.
The last time I updated you on my little buddy we were celebrating his first birthday. Instead of all the effort it would take for me to update you on everything that has happened since then, I’ll give you a glimpse into my life with Charlie through some recent pics from my Instagram feed.
Charlie and my Papaw, his Great Grandfather. I love this picture because when I was a little girl, if I was concentrating really hard papaw would always ask me, “are you sure you’re holding your tongue right?” and it would always make me laugh.
Some of my favorite things about Charlie:
- the way he waves at me when I come to get him after naps
- his eyes smile before his mouth does – which is ridiculously endearing and will probably be one of the things that his future wife loves most about him too.
- how he hums to himself when he’s concentrating
- How happy he is when Ruby kisses him goodbye on her way to school each morning.
- the way he wrestles and tumbles and wipes out but gets up and seems totally fine
- the fact that his hair on the sides of his head grows 3 times faster than everywhere else on his head
- the way he runs and laughs when Clara chases him around the house
- how he always wants to sit on the stool and brush his teeth when his sisters are brushing theirs
- he says “dada, DADA!” stomps his feet and gets so excited when Ryan gets home from work each night
- books, trucks, balls, shoes, dogs, baths and crackers are his most favorite things
Some of my “not as favorite” things about Charlie:
- the fact that he empties my kitchen cupboards so all of our crackers, cereal boxes and snacks are sitting out and cluttering up our countertops.
- changing his diaper is so stressful because the entire time he is rolling over, standing up, kicking his legs, squirming away, making my job IMPOSSIBLE!
- no amount of food is ever sufficient for him. He wants more – even if it’s just to throw or smash onto his own head.
- speaking of which, I’m far from succeeding in taming his meal-time throwing arm.
He finds interesting ways to entertain himself – most of which I attribute to everything that is mysterious about the male species.
Charlie is really good at entertaining Ruby and Clara. They’re really good at reporting his shenanigans. “MOMMY! CHARLIE IS IN THE CUPBOARD AGAIN!” “MOMMY, CHARLIE STICKED HE’S HANDS IN HE’S POTTY!”
Charlie loves his sisters and is always looking for them when they’re both at school.
This little guy has absolutely stolen my heart. He causes me an unbelievable amount of trouble, but he also is such a sweetie pie. Being a mom to a boy has been totally different from how it’s always been with my girls, but I’m up for the challenge and I’m trying to soak up all the amazing and crazy moments with him each day. I know these days are long but the years are short and he won’t be a baby much longer. Thank you Jesus for Charlie. Help me be a good mama to him. Amen.