Which is Charlie at the gate, but IN the kitchen. Going through the pantry, actually. Don't know how that happened.
A final little funny note: We got him this fun walking toy, but he is pretty happy with the whole crawling thing, and not interested in learning new tricks.
He still likes his toy though, so he crawls around while pushing it. I know all the other mothers are saying "WAIT you DON'T want him to walk!!" but I think I really do. I am sure once I join you as the seasoned mothers of walking children, I will look back on the crawling days with nostalgia, but in the meantime, the child is super heavy and I can't carry him around much longer. It feels like. I thought the same thing when he was like 23 pounds, and I have managed to the 28 mark, so I guess I will manage until he is ready to walk. (By the way, along with his new found desire to GO, GO, GO, he won't look at mommy when I tell him to anymore, so that is why the photographs are suffering lately.)
Thursday, we went to visit Uncle Spencer at Jamba Juice. I was talking to Spencer and I looked down, and Charlie had managed to crawl out of his stroller (via the foot holes) and was on the floor crawling away. It was pretty funny, and it was hard not to laugh as I was sternly telling him that it was naughty. Immediately upon being returned to the stroller, he did it again. He was therefore strapped in for the rest of the ride, which angered him, but whatever. I let him get out that way when we got home, since it was so funny. He is too young to send a mixed message to, right?
In other news, he is cutting tooth number 5. Teething is enough to make you wonder why you became a parent. No, just kidding. He is still (basically) as sweet as ever.