Baby Fun.

Being a father is both rewarding and tiring. I always thought I understood what my mom and dad went through when I was a baby, especially after babysitting a few times as a teen. Now I really understand. Except for the times that my gracious family and some friends we know who are willing come to give us a break, my life is tethered to the life of Baby Charlie. He can't do anything or go anywhere unless we carry him to it or put it in his mouth to consume. He has a full range of emotions, none of which I can in anyway take personally or get agrivated at, even when he finds a tuft of arm hair and grabs it or he is screaming at the top of his lungs. He is a baby, almost helpless. Yet, he is learning quick. When crying in bed, I finally give in to see if I can help him get to sleep. I go in and he smiles with a "gothca" look. He can talk to me pretty well now too. After a gaaa or a gooo, he gives me a sly grin, almost as if he is proud of himself for the joke he just told me. I laugh along with him, between the times that I am tossing his soft toy at him... our first few games of catch. He catches it with his face honestly and he just smiles. If I leave it there long enough, he will start to hug it and then eventually, it will end up back on his face where I put it in the first place. Yep, I laugh at his jokes even though I have no clue what it is he is saying, though I know he just told me the best punch line I have ever heard...... "gaaa..... gooo......"