Charlie will be two months old this Sunday. Where have the last eight weeks gone?
We notice these changes taking place all over Charlie. He's longer, and his legs are fatter. His eyes open so wide. I couldn't be prouder
One thing hasn't changed. Charlie is demanding. The eight weeks haven't just slipped by, but I've been in a sleep deprived fog.
We went to Kansas a week recently, where his aunts, cousins, grandparents ad nausem held him for hours and hours. He loved it. Now Charlie's back in a house with just two sets of arms and he's going through withdrawals. We're all going through withdrawals.
Highlights of the trip:
Getting held by Great-Great Grandma.
Getting Held by all the Great Grandma's
Looking at lights while getting held.
Looking at faces while being held.
Sleeping just after being held.
Knowing that being held is just a cry away.
Riding in the car on the way home. The key is to keep him plugged.
