Ode to Auntie Char Char

Henry, like his aunt when she was young, has to have access.  For Charlotte, now referred to as Char Char, she had to have access to her belly button. It was part of a finger sucking, belly button rubbing ritual.  Snow suits had to be pinned in the somewhat open position in order to allow for the belly access.  And, in Henry's case its the hair on his head. He yanks off his hat and twirls his strawberry blondish locks around. This ritual occurs prior to bed time, during bottles, pre-nap time or just whenever the urge strikes.

In the morning Mama wakes up with hair like Auntie Char Char's (curly) and Henry yells ¨Char Char!¨

And, no one could have made a more astute acknowledgement on the level of skill needed to take good pictures of a toddler, because they NEVER hold still.

We love you Char Char!