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In the Life of a 5-Month-Old Gentleman


Because I've had a beastly headache today, Kevin helped me out with this blog post (is that cheating?). Kevin wrote an "all-about-me" type article from Charlie's perspective. It gives a few highlights into our life with the little man. Charlie's a hoot (but can't you see where he gets it from? Just take a look at this article...).


In the Life of a 5-Month-Old Gentleman

My name is Charlie, I am a 5 month old dreamboat and my goal in life is to bring smiles to all those around me.

My interests include round objects that I can shove into my mouth, grabbing hair and pulling it, and making high-pitched screeches and onomatopoeic motorboat sounds of joy.


The mirror shows me a beautifully handsome young man who I’ve decided is quite a gentleman. He smiles when I smile and waves when I wave. We have become fast friends.

The AM is much more fun compared to the PM. Some times I like to wake up to scream for no apparent reason, then when my parents pop in for a spell I smile back as though all was well. It is quite jovial to jest in this manner.

I am a trendsetter in the fashion industry. My latest clothing line is what ever my parents put on my body, but the key is to create a deep well of drool so that it looks like I’m wearing a bib of my own saliva.

The window is a curious thing; it shows me a new world of wonder. Also light fixtures are quite interesting. I feel as though I could stare at them for hours.

My hope and aspiration is to one day eat everything my hands can grasp, eat everything my hands cannot grasp, and discover why some of my books are hard and others are crinkly.




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