Big Baby

Cutie Pie is a big baby. No, really. He is huge. He weighed in at 10 lbs 6 oz when he was born and he hasn't stopped growing. He is nine months old and today he is wearing 24 month clothes! We go through clothes faster than we go through baby wipes!

I liked having a big baby when he was first born. Big babies just seem less fragile. The risk of SIDS decreases. It made him special. He was the enormous baby that people talked about with amazement in their voice. Everywhere I went, I heard "Oh! You're the one with the big baby! I can't believe he was so big!" Then I could say, with pride in my voice "Yes, he was very big. He is amazing."

So here he is at nine months old. He outgrew his infant carrier months ago. Trying to change his diaper is like wrestling a real bear. He is trying to walk and has taken as many as four steps at a time. His teachers at school said he walked across the room but I don't believe it. He wouldn't dare do something so momentous at school where Mommy and Daddy couldn't videotape him so it doesn't count. My Cutie Pie is trying to walk but just hasn't mastered it yet. This means that anywhere we go, he gets carried. Have I mentioned that my baby is HUGE?

My left arm is becoming ridiculously muscular. I'm starting to resemble one of those crabs with one big claw and one tiny one. My lopsided arms are the least of my problems. Cutie Pie is a typical nine month old. He doesn't stay still while you hold him. Cutie Pie loves to wriggle around, challenging whoever is holding him to a battle of wills and balance.

We practice walking every chance we get. I just can't wait to put him down. Just for a minute.

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