This weekend messed us up in all the right ways. For the first time in his life, I missed his birthday post *on* his birthday. But we were busy celebrating independence. So it's ok.
Yesterday, on the 4th of July, Charlie turned 19 months old. You may have read my "Almost There" post earlier regarding my thoughts on this. But here we are, over the hill.
He's drinking out of a straw, saying new words every day. Helping around the house, laughing, kissing, learning, growing, dancing, and in general, being a 19 month old.
Charlie brings us so much joy, so much work, so much fatigue, so much laughter, so many smiles, so many moments. It's been a ride. 19 months of goodness.
Keep it coming, buddy.