Sure enough, Tony came home from work around 3 pm on Monday sicker than I have seen him in a long time. He curled up in bed with a bucket beside him and didn't move until 5 am, when I asked him to take care of the baby because I had fallen ill, as well. Oh, Lord, how I hate being sick to my stomach. Gallons of Gatorade later, and I am mostly feeling better, and Tony is back at work. Luckily, Charles has so far escaped this one. Great for two reasons: one, I really don't want him to be sick and experience more discomfort, especially bad tummy illness, and two, he's got enough snot going on that I have about hit my bodily fluid threshold for the day.
Look! Sitting up (but not stable yet). This means I need to go buy a high chair soon... and then we'll begin the adventure of letting Charles play with his food in the attempt to feed himself - which he already very much wants to do.
And, for you grandparents who think this sort of thing is cool, here is a quick video of Charles babbling. He makes noise ALL. DAY. LONG.