First day (of second week) of school!
AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEE#3!!!
He's 2 today.
Really just not a baby anymore.
But he'll always be my baby.
Oldest brother is in First Grade now and it's not as bad as I feared. He likes riding his bike to school- but Mommy got sick and couldn't pull two kids in the trailer. Middle brother is a little too fond of his brakes to make any sort of decent time to school. Thus the trailer.
Middle brother is starting Preschool again tomorrow. We are all excited. He has missed Ms. Melissa all summer! And this year he gets to make a few new friends. It'll be great.
Wee#3 is 2. Where has the time gone? He's a little firecracker for sure. Loves to be with the big boys, he thinks he's one of them. Jumping. Riding bikes (though he's mostly content to ride in the trailer for now). He loves his helmet. Duplos. Cars. Any thing and Every thing he can get into he does. Sometimes I feel like I live on the east coast or something because Charlie calls me "Ma!" Kind of funny. He doesn't really talk much other than that but he can sign "More" and "Please" and is proficient at charades. (It's a good thing I'm pretty good at guessing charades.) Pretty cute and you can see how some actual signs evolve. This morning we were talking about running and he started dancing. Well he wasn't dancing he was acting out what arms do when running. Fun.
Now take a good look at that photo.
When we moved here to Blanding Ian was 4 (almost) and Landon was 2 (his birthday was a week after we moved here)
And we waited and waited and WAITED for Chollie Tortoise. 8 days past my due date when the other two were 3 and 4 weeks early. I thought I'd be pregnant forever. Then he came. It was a whirlwind labor- and that should have been my first clue. He was going to cook until he was good and ready and then hit the ground running. We haven't slowed down since then.
Love you Baby Boy. My Charlie Curtis.
Happy Birthday Chuck.