14 Months

 "Charles," I said to you this morning in the kitchen. "Would you please put your lunchbox in your school bag?"

You accepted your lunchbox, and then toddled over to your school bag and put it in.

Google has been showing me photos from a year ago, and they are of a chubby baby napping in his baby pillow with a stuffed giraffe leaning benevolently over. You have the first of your six chins. And now, a year later, you can walk and know what "lunchbox" and "put" and "school bag" mean, and you get pleased with yourself when you succeed. You are a whole little person.

Sometimes I still can't believe you are really here.