My bundle of joy

I have such a funny kid; today we went to my uncle's house and there was a caribou mounted on the wall, Charles-Winston was jumping up and down and breathing heavily and screaming and reaching out for it. He loved it for some reason, that's basically all we did today - watched as he loved this dead animal head. 

     Teaching Charles-Winston baby sign language was one of the smartest decisions we've made as parents. I don't know where we'd be without it. I love that I'm able to communicate with him and it's obvious he loves being able to communicate with us. It's a godsend. He knows the difference between "food", "milk" and "more", so he'll let us know exactly what he wants. He's in the process of learning "mom" and "dad", so far that's all he knows, but we're gonna teach him everything we can.

     I love this boy, and it's quite apparent that everyone who meets him does as well. He's spectacular and curious and full of joy and energy. His charisma is indescribable and his personality takes over. He laughs at everyone and he hugs and kisses everyone. He loves life and it loves him.