He's Good. He's Two.

 [Me attempting to teach Charlie how old he is.]

"How old are you, Charlie?"

"Good."

"Not good. You are two. Two years old."

"TWO!"

"Now, how old are you?"

"Gooood."

"Two?"

"Yeah! Two."

[Holds up index finger on each hand.]

"Wonderful! Now, how OLD are you?"

"Good."

"Good?"

"Rweally good."


Charlie now:

Loves trains. loooooves trains, especially Thomas.
Is the designated door-closer and the button-pusher in our house.
Eats tomatoes like apples.
Will not get out of his crib in the morning. He just loves to sit or lie down in there for about 30 minutes while I read in his room.
Has a passion for chocolate milk. Just like his momma.
Still cuddles.
Has a HUGE callous on his left thumb from sucking it.
Loves his "gwinky:" his piece of blue fuzzy fabric that passes off as a blanket.
Will not sit in sacrament meeting. at all. He screams when we start nearing the chapel, wriggles away, and runs for the nursery room.
Loves watching me play zuma on the computer.
It very consistent at saying "Please," "Thank you," and "I wub you, mommy."