the kids decided to not smile for this picture, Caroline being the only one to pull it off
I have it. I don't know why. Wish it would lift. Any suggestions?
In other news, thank you to the lovely 6 foot 5 man with the lovely 5 foot 11 wife (6 feet really) who saved little Joey from taking a summer nights walk and swim in the front yard of our lovely verbacious friend and his cheery little wife with the smiley eyes. Thanks for the get together. We had a fantastic time tonight and I am amazed at how chill you two are. I need it to rub off on me.
To my verbacious friend and his cheery wife, Charlie is, in my eyes, making huge leaps. Since I only get to see him once or twice a month if I am that lucky, I may see more progress than what you might notice seeing him every day. For instance, I leaned down, gave him my usual three stroke nose greeting (this is mine, I dubs it, no one else use it, or else) and his mouth moved, his eyes widened and it looked like he was trying to talk. Then I leaned over and put my cheek next to his and hummed and he was humming (not necessarily in response, but maybe already doing it). This must be newish, right? He is making sounds! Different sounds. Kind of soothing, delightful, sing-songy hums. Oh I love this kid. My heart is jumpy just thinking about these little, maybe insignificant changes. I just popped over to your blog and after reading every third word while Rob got to the point, I read about Charlie grabbing your hand. I noticed this tonight also. He would squeeze my fingers. If I moved them, he would re-grab them. I also noticed that each time I came over to talk to him, he would be alert, changing his body language, acting like he was acknowledging the attention that was being given to him. He seems to be soothed by other things now too. Like I was just stroking his cheeks, or his arm, or his Rob-clone belly. He seemed to just be soaking in the feel of things. He seems very aware. Aware of his little friends running around him like whirling dervishes, his buddies applying all sorts of lip balm to his lip-balmed pouter, aware of the glee and joy in the air of these little kids who, I think, realize that are in the presence of a magnificent little boy. There is something about Charlie. The calm he creates in me, in others. I know it is easy for me to say, since I can just pop in and out, hold him and then leave, but thank you for sharing him with us. Although I hate the way it has happened, I am glad that he has brought us together in more frequency, because you, my smiley-eyed friend are priceless. And my 5 foot 11 friend, you are just as dear.