I don't know about you, but I feel like I should win one of those HUGE stuffed animals (like at the fair) for squeezing Charlie into his sleeper every night. I know they are made to be snug---but WOW! Not to mention that *someone* has taken to imitating a buttered eel during all diaper and clothing changes. "Flipper, Flounder, Ferret Boy" is what we called Kingsley during this same stage.
Ahhh, if this is the toughest part of my day---then I have it pretty darn good.
The picture is Charlie's 11 month old photo with Snoopy (we do them too, Erin!)---no good ones because he won't hold STILL!