10 weeks

My little man is 10 weeks. He's growing too fast. He makes me want a hundred babies. Luckily his sassy sisters remind me that this would not be a great idea. And when they aren't convincing enough, their daddy is plenty clear on the issue. :)

This morning Charlie grabbed a blanket for the first time. He laughs and smiles when I talk to him. He wears size 9 month clothes and uses 6 month pacifiers. He sleeps wrapped in a swaddle blanket and a Velcro swaddle -- usually pink. He has a huge double chin. He loves the mobile in his crib and cries when it stops. I nixed his bad cradle cap this week with coconut oil, lavender oil and some rigorous combing. He doesn't love formula, so I try to take breaks from work to nurse. He weighs 16 pounds 12 oz, and it kills my back to carry around this dead fishy. He got his first cold and yucky cough last week. Sometimes he laughs in his sleep. When he cries, McKenna will always go to his rescue. The more vegetables I eat -- the more he spits up. Yuck. Love this guy.