Charlie is two. Two years since we met him for the first time. Two years since the full weight of responsibility finally became real. I remember looking down at our new son right after he was born through tear soaked eyes wondering how I was going to raise him. I never really cracked the baby manual Betsy bought. I never changed a real diaper. I knew for a fact I was going to drop him. I had no idea what I was doing.
Luckily, Charlie was a nervous parent's dream. He was the best baby. He was always in good spirits and slept a ton. I mastered the art of the diaper change. I never dropped him. He turned one. I was so relieved. Here is a quick, albeit not complete, list of our adventures this past year.
Charlie's biggest and most impressive change to date was when he learned how to walk. When he was learning, he would hold on to a stroller or walker wagon with white knuckles, wobbling down the street or hallway. Now he takes off running every time you put him down.
One of the best things about living in San Francisco are the picturesque vistas that abound the city. Charlie and I love to go to tourist attractions and goof off and ask people to take our photo. It's fun.
In addition to watching people do chores, he loves to watch and dance to live music. He loves to sing and dance at home as well but nothing beats live music.
Charlie has alway been a picky eater. He never liked to eat solid foods, and his diet consisted of dairy and crackers. But every now and then he will try a random food and love it. Like pickles or his love of peas and edamame. I just don't get this kid.
The biggest change to Charlie's life this past year was the addition of a baby sister. Prior to her arrival, all our attention was showered on him night and day. Now he has to share the spotlight with this small, squishy, blob that slept all day and cried and took his parents attention away from him. It was an adjustment but Charlie is such a sweet boy and quickly took to helping mommy and daddy take care of his new sister. He would also would let us know when he felt neglected by throwing his toys in our general direction. That little stinker.
Charlie has always rocked the 10th percentile (often lower) but we are proud to report at his last check-up he has jumped to the 50th. Our child is average. Sweet.