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 I find myself in a constant state of, "How'd he do that?" "How'd he get onto the kitchen counter?" "How'd he climb up onto the top of Kate's dollhouse without it falling over?" He's a mover & a shaker, like a little tornado, leaving in his path a collection of toys, clothes that have been pulled out of drawers and tuna & jam that have been pulled out of the pantry. 18 months already. He's still my baby, but that 'baby' feels like forever ago. His face is changing so much, thinning out as he starts to loose some of his baby fat. He's not saying a word (he's got a sister who does ALL the talking). His eye is totally healed from his surgery and we are grateful for that. He's a growing, climbing boy who never wants to be where he's supposed to be. Don't bother calling him, he'll start running the other direction and he's fast. He's teething now and those molars hurt. But those big brown eyes melt me every time and I'm so grateful he's mine. I love you, Charlie. XOXO