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"Kishes Mom. Now, hug."

I know Moms' don't have favorites, but I think I am his right now. He is so funny lately. I think age 18 months- 2 years is such a fun time. Charlie is 30 months (as of yesterday) and he is still hilarious. Some fun facts about Charlie;




*He will eat anything. And a lot of it.
*He refuses to give up his pacifier, and when he has something to say, he sticks it in the corner of his mouth (like a cigar) and talks through it.

*When you tell him he can't have something, he throws himself on the floor (literally, it looks like it hurts) and screams about it.
*When he gets mad at you, he yells at you. Through his cigar style pacifier "qlkraakjd
akndsdrn asdm mnfsdfhoiht asdjehrer, MOM!" I have no idea what he is saying because he doesn't use real words, but there is no mistaking that he is mad.

*At night when I put him in bed, he always asks "by me, mom?" which means he wants me to lay by him. And when I do, we lie there face to face, and he tells me knock knock jokes.
*If I leave the house for ANYTHING, he has to come with me.
*When he's tired, he will ask me to hold him. "Hode you, mom?". Usually, I can't resist. Then he will ask for a kiss- always through the cigar-pacifier. And then a hug.
*He's stealthy and mischevious. Always quiet, usually playing in the bathroom sink, or with lotion. The lotion he likes to lather in his hair.
*His laugh is contagious. He has the best giggle I have ever heard.
*He recently toughened up. He doesn't take "crap" from anyone anymore. Even Maxwell. Lately, when I hear Maxwell yelling for me, I walk in the room to see Charlie holding him by the hair.
And as you can see, he is the cutest 2 year old I have. His "I sar, Mom" (I'm sorry, Mom") seems to be all it takes to settle me down when I am frustrated with his antics. He's a pretty good little buddy to have. My little Chars, my little monkey. If I could keep him this age forever, I think I might actually consider it.

Comments

Alifinale said…
He is so cute! I hope I get a 2 yr old bud like that someday!
RACHIE said…
I love the talking through the pacifier. Holland is starting that too. I hate binkie breathe....pretty stinky.
NEVA said…
Finally!!!! Can I just say I LOVE MY WARLIES!!
kelly said…
i love char chars
Mandee said…
binkie breathe is so stinky. especially in the morning.
heather said…
so cute!!

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