Charlie is Three Months Old

**This post is for our family journal and will be interesting to no one else.  Feel free to skip!**

Yes, we are still having a lot of fun with Charlie, and yes, I have been taking too many pictures.  I think I am falling more and more in love with the baby stage as time goes on.  I can't help myself.  I have whittled down hundreds (yes, hundreds) of pictures I've taken of Charlie in the last month to these fifteen.  That's as few as I can stand to post.  

Yes, I probably have a problem, and no, I'm not seeking treatment.

But I am not the only one who is awed and amazed by the newest member of our family.  

Charlie gets plenty, and I mean plenty of attention.

He loves being squished and patted and messed around with.

Charlie giggled even when William was pulling at his mouth like this.  Charlie hates being left in a quiet room; he is much happier when he can see and hear the kids running around like crazyheads.

This was three weeks ago.  He still had most of his hair at that point.

This was a few days ago.  He's lost most of his hair except for some stringy pieces on the top.  He has really light fuzz coming in underneath.  He may go blond for a little while like Everett did.  

He is still our happy guy!  He loves smiling at everyone, and he has started laughing which is amazingly fun.  We all make enormous fools of ourselves trying to urge another giggle out of him.  The beginning laughs are few and far between, so it is a real treat when we finally hear one.  We will enjoy hearing more and more laughter out of this little guy as time goes on.

But he makes us laugh a lot with his facial expressions.

And he coos and jabbers even when no one is there to talk to.  He rarely lays quietly or even very still.  He loves to move and make tons of noise.

Everyone in our house thinks they are Charlie's favorite.

I just smile because I know he likes me way better than the rest of these fools.  No, I'm not competitive at all, why do you ask?

Even though they love to cuddle him, the kids are all disgusted by his spit-up and drool, of which he has plenty.

Even William knows that right after feeding is a bad time to hold a baby.  "I'm not going to hold him right now, Mommy.  Charlie will probably spit out milk on me."

And then we all go back to cooing at the things his little face does.  Babies have it so easy.  No one would think it was charming if I went around looking like that.

But how can we help being charmed when Charlie loves winning us over with his grins?

Why is he so happy all the time?  Someone needs to bottle this up.  

Every time I smell this child, I feel a rush of endorphins and my heart seems to blossom right through my rib cage.

I don't know how I can help it, when I get to kiss these cheeks every day.