The days are slipping by, and Charlie is changing so much.

It seems like the other day he was a floppy newborn.

Now he's 6 weeks old and has pretty good head control and a social smile we're seeing almost daily.
Maybe because we think Charlie will be our last, but I'm trying so hard to soak up all the details of this infant period. He'll be crawling and then walking before we know it, wanting to keep up with the big kids just like Oliver does now.

I love seeing all his facial expressions and the way that he is developing his own look.

He looked so much like Elliot did as a newborn that I kept expecting him to continue looking like him.
But he looks like himself, more and more.

He doesn't accept a pacifier at all. It's kind of irritating.

All the others loved pacifiers by this age. He loves fingers.

But pacifiers (all types) make him gag.

Hope that doesn't mean he'll be a super picky eater due to hyper reactive gag reflex.

Time will tell, I guess.

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