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We have had such a good day today, adding to our string of pretty great days lately. Charles is developing a happy personality, smiling at any and all humans who look at him, showing off his chubby adorable cheeks. And when I pick him up, he throws his arms around me like he never wants to let me go, which is funny, because I never want to let him go. It's as if he can't get enough of hugging his mom... awwww.

I have been systematically cleaning out his clothing drawers, since he is growing so rapidly. Ill-proportioned mite that he is, he is currently sleeping in size 12 month pyjamas, which are just barely long enough for his torso, the legs of which are just barely big enough for his chubby thighs (I just want to eat them up, they are so cute!). His size 12 month onesies barely snap, but his legs are really just long enough for 6-month pants - the same 6-month pants that do not fit around his belly. Fortunately, his hodge-podge of sizes still looks astoundingly cute, and I have been stopped on the street to be told how beautiful he is. {Aside: speaking of streets, I called in some hoodlums who were smoking weed on the trail where I walk the dog and the baby almost everyday and the 911 operator, when I told her my name, knew who I was! A case of small-town-itis? No, I just happen to call 911 a lot to report suspicious activity, loose dogs, and weirdos.} So, today, I noticed that we are darn near so low on clothes that we are in danger of not quite making it to the next load of laundry. So I went to the children's consignment boutique (easily the least expensive way to buy kids' clothing), but they changed their hours and now close at 5. Fortunately, my mom spoiled a fun little surprise and let me know that Grandma Loris is sending a bag of cute Charlie clothes up with my dad tomorrow. Good timing! And, Loris has great taste in baby clothes (you'd think that un-cute baby clothes were not possible, but they are, so I am lucky that my mother-in-law is so awesome).

Anyhow, we went to the consignment store and then to return a movie to Blockbuster and then I was going to go on another errand when I heard a dreaded noise from the back seat [ALERT: here is where I talk about my son's poo.]. Charles has taken to pooing only once a day, so it's a doozie. He is in big diapers now, ones that should last until he is 28 lbs, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can contain one of his deposits. So, I basically walk around all day with a TICKING TIME BOMB OF EXPLOSIVE POO, albeit a cute one. He generally makes some pretty tell-tale grunty noises when he is about to go, so that's fortunate. The dog was with us on this car trip and boy, was Buster surprised at the new smell from the backseat (I am not looking forward to feeding this kid real food and having to deal with the smelly consequences)! Charles, on the other hand, was so exhausted from the effort that he promptly fell asleep. I don't know how he managed it, but the carseat escaped the incident unscathed, even though all of his clothes had to be put directly to the hamper and Charles had to be awakened for his second bath of the day. What a guy.

And now, for your viewing enjoyment, flying baby (sorry for the orientation, I always forget that you can't turn the videos):