Oooh, aren't we lucky? Charles is cutting his two upper eye teeth (still doesn't have the two front teeth, so he's about to look like a strange, little boy-jack-o-lantern) and we are livin' the good life of snot, shrill cries, coughing, pained expressions, and gooey eyes. Wanna visit?
"What's going on, guys? What's with the little guy? Wanna go play toys in the yard? Can we go for a walk? Huh? Huh? Huh?" {Side note: Buster loves Charles. It's awesome.}
When he's not shrieking in pain, he's shrieking in joy. Our boy expresses himself without reservation. He will wave at you, offer a smile, and then bury his head in my shoulder as if he is shy (he's not). We are so blessed to have such a happy baby.
"NNNNNNGGGGG!" Charles loves tofu. And it loves him, too.
2 comments:
He is PWNING that tofu.
Sorry about the teeth. You know, I almost think that Ruary is also working on his upper eye teeth, but no front teeth yet. WHYYYYY? Doesn't seem right.
It is so the goofy boys can giggle and teehee at each other. Girls are much more refined as both of you were, I am sure....
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