Heavyweight

I delivered a nine-pound baby boy into this world. When they laid him on my chest, I couldn't believe how HEAVY he felt. He had big strong hands: just like his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He was a newborn for about two days. After that, he was a HUNK.

And BOY, did he grow. Rapidly. At two months, he had gained six pounds. At four months, he was wearing the same size of diapers as his two-year-old sister. After having two little girls, it was a bit of a shock to suddenly be mother to a MAN-CHILD. With little baby biceps.

When he was four-and-a-half-months old, I told my sister-in-law with surprise, "I just saw his first tooth!" to which my brother-in-law shouted over the phone (like a victory cheer),

"Somebody get this boy some MEAT!" Which I thought was very funny since he hadn't even had rice cereal yet.

Quoting the Cute: Page Two

5-year-old daughter: "I didn't get a crayon."
Her Sunday school teacher: "Oh, I'm sorry."
5-year-old: "That's okay. You can repent."

22-month-old: "I Juan walky," which means, "I want water."

5-year-old: "Nellie just swattered Timo!" (Nellie is our grouchy female cat & Timo is our sweet male kitten.)

22-month old: "D-D-D-D-Doe-wuh!" or "D-D-D-D-Doe-wuh?" (The opening song of Dora the Explorer sings "D-D-D-D-Dora" [like a stutter]. So my daughter says it that way [never just "Dora"] if she sees a picture of Dora in the store, or when she is asking to watch Dora [at least 12 times a day] . Some one gave us a bag of old videos and my girls grabbed those Dora videos before I had a chance to get rid of them.)

One time, I was checking my 5-year-old's pupils after she hit her head. In a nervous voice she asked me, "Are my eyes still brown?"

Oh, and my 4-month-old son now has a happy squeal that sends me to cloud nine every time.