Long time no blog. Thought I might give you a small Charlie fix to tide you over. So Charlie has been voicing his opinions on things lately. Whenever he's not crying or sleeping, he's generally talking. And by talking, I don't mean the cute little adorable baby coos one hears when one plays with a baby.

Charlie delivers guttural demonic smurf battle-cries of war on a regular basis. He's the Louis Armstrong of Babies. He's Krusty the Clown in Baby form. He's... well, you tell me what you think he sounds like?

I've been getting a lot of emails and IMs today and I thought it would be best to offer a clarification. I am not the mascot for the DNC Convention. Despite our many similarities (being mammals, stubborness, teeth) the actual Mordecai the Donkey is not related to me in any way.

Here's a handy chart to make it more obvious.