Caring for the Babies of Our Life

Gilbert is our latest family addition. He’s a cat that I had as a little girl who’s since been renamed after Caillou’s pet. Immediately after nap last week, Charlie announced that Gilbert was “fuzzy” so he picked him up, held him and bounced him, just like I do with Miles. What a perfect articulation error.

In the first few weeks after Miles’ birth, Charlie would confuse some of his newest vocabulary. Miles would spit up and Charlie would proclaim, “Miles is nursing, mama. He just nursed.” He has them all straight now, age-appropriate language errors and all, and loves to announce that “Miles spitted up.” Which the baby has done four times down my shirt in the past two days. We are a laundry factory. And I need to go put a load in.