Yesterday, just seconds after James learned to walk with a walker, Charlie asked me to take his training wheels off. I told him we should wait for Papa. You know, so someone could stay home with Wes and James while I drove Charlie to the ER. It turned out to be a lot easier than that:
Too many milestones are happening!!! My shrieks of excitement were heard all over the neighborhood. He's so stinking cool.
He is so proud. And so am I.