Chuck D & Mr. T

Teddy, I like the way your kick your leg out when you nurse. I also like the way you lie on your tummy and peak out over the side of the crib.

Yesterday Charlie was wagging a little toy at Teddy and Teddy was going crazy laughing. He coos with delight at any attention Charlie gives him.

Today Isabella came over and was taking a nap on the sofa when i brought Charlie downstairs after his nap. I told him that she would play with him as soon as she woke up. He said “Wake up. Eyes open. Talks.” He totally explained to me in words what it is to be awake. I couldn’t have done a better job myself (I probably would have said something like “Um, awake is not sleeping.”)

Everyday these two amaze me. Teddy with his good nature and off the charts cuteness and Charlie with the genius things he says, his huge vocabulary, his understanding of everything, and his sweet disposition. I love them.

T pushes up on his hands and knees and rocks to try to crawl. I’m excited for him, but let’s take this slow, Teddy. You are just a tiny baby.

Saturday night as I was on my way out, Charlie said “Cute necklace.” I was only wearing earrings, but I knew what he meant. Thanks, Charlie. (He also said “Mommy big tummy. Teddy.” Thanks also for pointing out that I’m not back to my pre-pregnancy weight).

T os called Beary Beary (or Berry Berry, I suppose) and Baby Beary. C is Lovey Beary.

Teddy and Charlie had fun hunting for valentine hearts I hid all over the house.

Antebellum dog bed.

Also, T’s days in his bouncy seat are numbered since he is about to launch out of it.