On Monday, we were reminded at our one month well baby visit that our baby boy is big. And just how big is he? 94th percentile big. He’s 11 pounds 2 ounces. He has also grown an inch and is now about 22.5 inches. Our boy is big.
Have I mentioned that his hands are meathooks? I always imagined holding the tiny little fingers of my baby, but his fingers aren’t tiny, and they never have been. They’re big and chubby and practically edible. But they are big.
And his cheeks–they’re big too. They are utterly pinchable, positively kissable.
It is positively wonderful having a big, chubby baby.
Clearly I can’t think of much else. I love this guy.