Charlie turned 8 months old today. I can hardly believe it. Time really does seem to fly by, especially this second time around. We moved to our current home August 1st, two and a half months ago. In that time span Charlie has learned to master the army crawl, master the actual crawl, sit independently, pull to stand, learned to cruise, learned to climb stairs, transitioned to his own room and his crib, he has started solids, started finger foods, cut his first two teeth, babbles mama and baba (who knows what they actually mean?) and various other utterings---and he has come to absolutely adore his older brother. There are times when only Kingsley can bring a smile to his face---and it is so fun and wonderful to witness.
I just culled Charlie's wardrobe today, holding back the tears as I set aside clothes for donation, clothes that Kingsley wore not so long ago. Now Charlie has outgrown them. So many memories flooding my brain these last few days. Sometimes I find life as a Mom so strange and conflicting. So many times I have wanted time to speed up so both boys can be running around at the park playing with each other (for example). And then there are days, like today, where I just want time to stop so I can hold my chunky, cuddly baby forever and nuzzle that fuzzy little head of his for the rest of my days.