I found these pictures stashed in the photo library on the computer this week. Sadly and regrettably, I have to admit that Charlie's life as a baby is a blur. If I could have one "baby do-over", without a doubt, I would choose Charlie.
On the flip side, today and yesterday he has been a terror. Yesterday, he took off with a neighbor boy and didn't tell me where he was going. I drove through the neighborhood yelling his name, calling almost every neighbor that has a child his age, and mass texting "Is Charlie at your house? Will you send him home so I can spank him? Thanks!"
(I'm kidding about the spanking part.)
Today, he hung on my wood shutters, breaking each individual shutter slat off it's hinge.
(No do overs for today or yesterday.)
I had been thinking earlier this week, after finding these pictures, how my Charlie's baby life got swallowed up by older siblings, and the surprise pregnancy of little brother. And in selling and building a house. Gosh, if I could go back and do things over, I would take him out of his swing, or saucer, or bouncer and snuggled and loved that baby until the next one came. I would forget about house stuff. Let my dreams of granite counter tops and more square footage go. I would stagger nap times to allow for one on one time. I would take him on every mom and dad date just because. And then video tape every minute of his baby life.
Let this be a lesson learned to pay more attention to the middle child. And maybe, he won't be so naughty.