The Talker!

Mr. Jabber Jaw is starting to talk up a storm. I can't understand about 99% of what he is saying, but I know that it is something funny because it is always followed by a cute, yet somewhat mischievous laugh. If my child is not cute enough already his personality will be the icing on the cake. Charlie is a bit of a renaissance man. He is a comedian, singer, dancer and a bit of a holy terror. Don't let those innocent blue eyes fool you. This child knows how to get into trouble. He also knows when he is doing something that he is not supposed to because he looks at you, smiles, tilts his head in an innocent fashion and giggles. What little hair I have left will soon be gray.

Charlie is obsessed with cords. I have no idea where he gets that from. (I have a scar in my mouth from chewing through a cord when I was two years old) He has also found out that when you stick your finger in the fan it makes a funny noise. The boy doesn't care that it hurts. Ahhhh!!!! Did I mention that he is a daredevil too? Every chair, every table, couch, stool, block wall, swing is a stage. The stage then becomes a high dive podium. What did I do to deserve a heart attack every five minutes? Please Lord! Forgive me! 

Charlie's vocabulary is growing everyday. Most sentences include "Daddy" and "eat". The conversations go like this. "Bleak a blo da hiss by Da-da. Doke uh det be sen this. (Evil laugh)" The newest word is cracker. Though another comes out occasionally that goes something like "sit". Someone has been hanging around Grandpa too much.

Through all of the gray hair and heart attacks you can't help but love the boy.