Stuck is where we all are right now -- stuck behind about 28" of snow (32" at the highest point) and stuck teething, but without teeth (poor Charlie, his cheeks are pretty pink these days). The doctor said they'd be coming soon when we went for his 4 month visit, so we're keeping an eye out and trying to keep him as comfy as possible. He's bearing it pretty well, just being kind of whiny and not sleeping terribly well. This is tempered with the new love of his life -- his own voice. He has discovered that he can hit an impossibly high note and practices it all throughout the day, but ESPECIALLY first thing in the morning when he wakes up.

As far as adventures go, we had a trip to the doctor for Charlie's 4 month visit a couple weeks ago (where we stood in line behind a woman who, when asked to give her infant's name, said it was "Jack Junior the Third"...seriously). He weighed in at a whopping 19.3 pounds, but the doctor remains unconcerned. Apparently Charlie is just altogether a big kiddo (he's wearing 9 month clothes and they fit properly, so). Apparently he's SO big, the waitress at Denny's thought he could use a kid's menu. I AM NOT KIDDING. Anyway, the doctor said we can give cereal a go now. Our first attempt with that didn't go so great, but we're going to give it another go today -- hopefully with more going IN his mouth than AROUND it.

This past Wednesday, Ed and Edie came down and Grandpop Ed got to visit with Charlie for the first time (sorry that he wasn't feeling his social best! No nap and icky teething do not a Happy Charlie make). Retardedly, I took no pictures. Like, it didn't even cross my mind. Thankfully, we'll be going back up to their place next weekend (assuming the snow gets its act together) and we'll definitely have to take pictures then.

In the meantime, here are some random cute Charlie pictures:


He discovered the camera...and wants to grab it ALL the time now




Clearly, "Madagascar" cracked him up


I LOVE this shot -- this is his Week 22 picture

And then came the snow. And then it kept coming and coming and coming and COMING. And then, finally, 24 hours later, it stopped. But not until after it left us completely housebound for the next bazillion years.




It goes to about the top of the back of the car. Sigh.


See the pile of snow as HIGH AS THE GARAGE that they made when they plowed the road and the neighbor's drive?


We had to dig and/or walk trenches for Cotton, because apparently THIS much snow confuses him and he doesn't think he can move.




He couldn't even leave the trench to turn around, the dork.






I tried to make a snow angel, but Cotton thought I was in danger and tried to rescue me...so the bottom part of it is wonky.


Since Charlie couldn't do it himself, I wrote his name in the snow with my yardstick.


We did, however, still use him as a snow gauge.


He was less impressed this time.

Other than that, we're just sort of...stuck. We're hoping to be able to get out between now and Tuesday, when the next round of snow storms blow through. Got to line up with the rest of the crazies and get our bread and milk and toilet paper!