This morning Raf woke up and had a cuddle with Charlie and declared that he'd like to have THREE brothers. Yikes. I asked Raf what he'd call them and he told me he'd like three Charlie's. After this past few weeks I think I'd be signing up for a stint in the funny farm if we had more kiddos.
But Charlie remains his cheerful self. He's always smiling and squealing and Raf adores him. Raf had a very trying week last week, though. Lots of screaming, 'Noooooooooo', and throwing odd things across the room (very new behaviour.. hopefully short lived). We're not sure what's been going on but everything has been a battle... This week has been a trillion times better. He responds very well to an empathetic response from us, and a good cuddle when he's having a moment can turn things around very well, but his frustration level was very low last week and we're still a bit perplexed about it. This weekend was lovely, though, and he was a happy camper and his usual cooperative self.