Your brother was a skinny baby. Small, lean and brown. But you came into this world warm and doughy like a hot cross bun. Speaking of buns, your little cheeks are full of fat and dimples. And in babies, that's a good thing. Your content little rolls are so addictive to squeeze and kiss. Why is it that mothers love their babies so much they want to eat them? You are the yummiest fattest baby I know. I've never seen so many undulating layers and pockets on a baby before. Something about your heavy weight makes me feel like I'm doing my job right. Only 4 months old and half the weight of your older brother!
Fat and happy...that makes two of us.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment