Well, I found the culprit.
Little Man had his six month checkup. His daddy took him, and the pediatrician confirmed what I had started to suspect … this kid is heavy!
In the eighty-some-odd percentile, Holden weighs eighteen pounds and five ounces. And boy is he thick!
I have started pivoting him over my shoulder like a cantilever, at his hips when I have to travel long distances with him … like from the changing table to the crib.
So, Chunky Monkey plus baby carrier equals sore muscles, purple pinch marks, and one winded momma.
The checkup went well. He shows no sign of teeth, but from the size of the dents he leaves in the sofa, I think he’ll live.
He is a stout little fella.
Happy, happy, joy, joy – Holden has started planting open mouth kisses on our cheeks when we kiss his cheek first … between you and me, they are kind of gross with all the drippity drip slobber.
-Carmen
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There is one thing for sure, this here grandma loves those drippety slop sop kisses. Can't get enough of them.
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