Once I decided I was ready to cut it, though, Charlie started screaming bloody murder every time we put him in the bath (still no idea on why that was) so it took another month before we got around to it. The bath was the only time I could think of to do it where we could keep him confined and wet at the same time...
It had grown into a mega-baby-mullett by then!
Having Dave hold a lollipop in once place was the only way to get him to hold still at all. You can see in this pic how long the front had gotten as well!
Not only does he now look a lot older, but he is talking all the time. Not only jibber-jabber now (though lots of that) but also many words. I know Davey was an early-ish talker but I don't remember him being this on top of things by now...
At 15 months, Charlie says... mama, daddy, no, uh oh, woah, wow, baby, go, done, up, down, tickle, woof, baa, quack, birdie, choo-choo, shoes, car, ball, mine, cheese, apple, bite... and will repeat almost any other one- or two-syllable word.
He still has such a delightful little personality, easy to laugh and smile and is cuddly (with me at least). Even for that, though, I wouldn't call him easy-going; he definitely always knows what he wants and tries very hard to insist he gets it, both from me and big brother. We have seen some serious tantrums already when he doesn't get his way....
Having fun self-feeding
Charlie's first drawing - good job!




