This picture reminds me that Charlie is no longer a baby. He helps us pick things up around the house, he has opinions (yes to sweet potato fries, no to green beans). Yesterday he was sad when I dropped him at Marina's house. For the first time in over a year of going to her house, he didn't want me to leave. I had to give 2 extra hugs and kisses. And then I cried in my car.
Then today I find this photo from the weekend. And he looks like a little boy. Not the small, delicate, "oh my God you're going to break" infant that we brought home from the hospital almost 17 months ago.
Life moves so fast. Enjoy the ride.