Let me start this post by saying that I am officially in l-o-v-e with my sweet baby Charlie.
He is...breath-taking and fabulous and awesome beyond words.
He looks just like our Avery did when she was a newborn (with less hair), but his personality is COMPLETELY different from Avery's.
From the moment Avery entered the world, she demonstrated a "flair for the dramatic".
So far, it seems that our teeny, tiny Charlie-Man is a laid-back little guy.
Avery is adjusting pretty well for a 2-year-old facing a world-rocking event like this one.
She affectionately calls Charlie "my baby bruder" and when someone else besides mommy or daddy dares to hold baby Charlie, she adamately insists, "NO! MY baby Charlie!".
She kisses him (with vigor) and hugs him (with enthusiasm).
She pats his back (a little too hard) and squeezes his little toes (MORE than a little too hard) all while saying, "awww".
In this picture, she is covering him with her favorite blankie and hugging him (a.k.a. smothering him).
So sweet. So precious.
Remember that poem I talked about a few months ago? The one that goes:
There once was a girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good,
she was very, very good
but when she was bad
she was horrid
That's my Avery.
Just when you go thinking that she's just about the sweetest little thing in the entire world, she goes and proves that she is still just a toddler. A toddler who isn't so sure about the new kid who is stealing her spotlight.
The other day, I said, "Avery, isn't Charlie cute?"
She looked at me and promptly...
hit him on the head.
In other news:
I'm doing well and steadily recovering from my C-Section.
I've officially stepped into the Wonderful World of Nursing and feel like a cross between
Try not to be too jealous.