Since I seem to have the blogging bug again, and since those of you who aren't my facebook friends don't have pictures of my babies thrown in front of you constantly, I thought I'd go ahead and show you a few dozen recent pictures :)
A bit after Charlie's third birthday I took her to a local park and promised her a tea party in exchange for some pictures. I had two outfits, but one was immediately soaked in the wet grass, so most of the pictures ended up dressy. (Also, there was a smudge on my camera lens I didn't notice until we got home. Bummer.)
About Charlie:
Three years old! A little more than 30 pounds, and a little more than 3 feet tall.
She makes up and performs her own songs on a daily basis - especially when she's supposed to be sleeping.
Her favorite things are Minnie Mouse and Doc McStuffins.
She suddenly loves to eat - anything and everything. Including fruits and veggies, which she was never willing to touch before a few months ago. Broccoli is a favorite. (What?)
She won't go to bed if anything is out of place in her room. She won't allow any toys in there after dark. It will be interesting when Weston moves in.
She doesn't have a true favorite toy, a security blanket, or anything she needs to have with her all the time. What she does require is access to someone's (preferably mine) neck. She
has to stroke someone's neck in order to drink her milk. Which she also has to have. All day long.
In her own words, robots are not her favorite. In fact, the only thing that scared her in Monsters University was the robotic humans the monsters scared.
She has no concept of familial titles. She thinks her dad is her granddaughter, and her uncle is her sister.
She never stops talking. Never.
She loves to read. Even if it is the same book over and over...
Wearing jewelry and playing dress up makes her happy. Today she put Weston's pants on her arms so she could be Weston.
She is a hilarious, spunky, impatient, noisy, sweet, loving, priceless little girl.
Weston was given 1-12 month stickers made by the girls at one of my showers. Here are some of the shots from month one, as well as some pictures I took to capture his tiny size.
Weston's personality is taking its time to reveal itself, but one thing we know - the boy loves to eat. Breast milk or formula, he doesn't care. Just hand it over. He's probably eat a cheese burger if I offered one.
He fought jaundice for over a month, requiring several days under a bili bed, and TWELVE foot pricks to test his levels.
We're curious if he'll ever look like a baby, or if he'll just keep looking like a very small old man throughout his youth :)
He will not sleep if he's moving (except in the car). If you walk with him, push him in a stroller, or shift his Rock'N'Play, he's up. And wants to eat.
If he loses his pacifier, he goes into immediate Zombie mode. I can tell you how many times I've woken up in the middle of the night to grunting, growling noises as he tries to get that thing back.
His hands are his worst enemy. The delight in pulling out his beloved pacifier, throwing themselves in his mouth when he's going for milk, and poking his eyes.
His poor skin is so dry, the changing pad is covered with dandruff after a change.
He doesn't enjoy laying flat. As evidenced by the last two shots.
His fists are barely bigger than quarters, although his fingers are incredibly long.
His feet are long and skinny, just like his body. (Look how big that pacifier is on his face)
Our little man has brought us so much joy already, we're excited to learn more about him as time goes on.
We are abundantly blessed by our sweet, adorable kiddos.
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