The thing about Charlie

is that he keeps getting older. I mean obviously he's growing, but it just feels like if I turn my back for one second he's not going to be my baby any more. He started eating rice cereal last week and he's trying to sit up on his own and he talks and talks and talks all day. I mean, I feel like the days go by for my other two and I don't see much progression. Same old tantrums, same old whining, etc. but with Charlie everyday he's a new guy. Sometimes when it's been a really long and frustrating day I'll go into Charlie's room and hold him in the rocking chair until I feel calm again. He's such a little angel, he lets me do this without even waking up. Being Charlie's mother has been such a pleasure--I wish he would slow down just a little.

as for the other two--here's how they finally crashed tonight. Still debating if I should put them back in their beds or just leave them on the floor.