Charlie is four months old today, and he celebrated by continuing his raging bout of diarrhea. Hooray for me. Anyway, I am just in awe that he is already four months old, it is going by incredibly fast this time. Probably because when Ella was a baby all I did from sun up to sun down was sit and stare at her and make embarrassingly ridiculous faces and sounds to entertain her. And this time I, well, have other stuff to do. But we sure are enjoying our little man these days. In the past month he has come thisclose to rolling over, learned to grab a toy on purpose, and to accurately aim his hand to his mouth and chew on his fingers (verdict: scrumptious). He loves Ella more than anyone else he sees, and we can make him laugh by bouncing him up and down on our laps and singing asinine things to him, like the theme song to Scooby Doo or Clifford The Big Red Dog. He is sleeping so well (!!!) and gone is my mind numbing exhaustion from getting up five times at night and the sudden urge to get my tubes tied. Naps are still hit or miss, but I'll take twelve hours of continuous sleep at night over a two hour break in the afternoon. Beggars can't be choosers, people.
All of this rambling to say that we are all so in love with this boy, and cannot remember what life was like before he came along.