I often feel that parenting Charlie is a lot like those games they used to have at Chuck E. Cheese. You’ve got a mallet in your hand and you’re supposed to hit some little critter–maybe a gopher?–as it pops out of the ground. As soon as you’ve bopped one into submission, another appears. Bop that one, and there’s another waiting. With Charlie it seems like that. In the beginning it was eating and head control. After that it’s sitting and solid foods. On and on it goes with specialists, therapists, and parenting books constantly presenting you with another worry or goal.