Chuck D & Mr. T

Charlie turned 18 months on cinco de mayo. He celebrated by going to the cino de mayo party at his play group and wearing a sombrero.

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Charlie loves his tennis racquet so much. Today he took it to the grocery store with him.

All day long from Charlie: “ Dada? The ball? Dada? DadungDadung?”

“Na”—horse

“BaaBaa”-Baby, bottle, bed, bath

“Duck”-duck

“boung boung”-spoon, balloon, umbrella

“DadungDadung”-basketball, dribbling, dunking, hoop

Today at a baby boutique, Charlie demanded to be let into the display cribs so he could “pretend” to be a baby himself.

Charlie loves babies. He wants to look at pictures of them (was really into a copy of US Weekly or something at the Grocery store with pics of the octuplets in it), talk about them, and hug them. Anyone even slightly younger, he points to and says “baabaa” and then hugs. Since he knows he isn’t supposed to hug really small babies he waves at them. He is also very sweet with baby dolls and likes to rock them in his arms.

Tonight Charlie went to Govinda Gallery for the opening of a Stanley Mouse show, which he loved. Every time he saw a guitar in a picture he would start to sing.

Also, Charlie likes to let himself in and out the door.

Charlie loved hunting for eggs on Easter. What he did not love was the life-sized Easter bunny at Tudor Place. I took him to take a picture wit the bunny and he screamed in horror. But then he kept begging to go back for more and each time I would take him back, he would shriek in terror again.

Oh, C also loves babies. Yesterday when his cousin Bridget was over he sat next to hear, rubbed her hand on his cheek, hugged her, put his head in her lap, offered her a ball, and wanted to be right next to her when we went on a walk. He is going to be an excellent big brother.