Chubs
Well, Cathy's comment on the bumbo post got me to thinking on poor Aden. Cathy, you are not the first person to say those words.
After picking up Trey from his Awana classroom a couple of weeks ago, we walked upstairs to see Brandon's mom at choir practice. I am holding Aden, facing out like he likes to be, and as we walk up the aisle, I hear some of the choir members snickering. A girl I went to high school with says, "You really ought to feed that kid!"
You know it's bad when your non-discerning, still-too-young-to-care-about-such-things older brother calls you "Chubs". Dear sweet Aden, you got a lot of things from your Mama, and that seems to include an undying devotion to eating.
Poor Aden. You are three months old, and your three-month clothes are stretched tight over all your rolls.
Poor Aden. Hunger comes on you like a bandit, as you start to scream without warning and continue to do so until milk hits your mouth.
Poor Aden. You are so close to rolling over, but can't seem to surmount your very round tummy.
Poor Aden. We still have never ever seen your neck.
Oh mercy. I can see it now, years down the road. Trey and Brandon with their skinny, chicken-legged selves are sitting on the couch, watching sports and eating donuts. Aden and I are running laps around our property, on our cell phones ordering another round of Nutrisystem meals...
After picking up Trey from his Awana classroom a couple of weeks ago, we walked upstairs to see Brandon's mom at choir practice. I am holding Aden, facing out like he likes to be, and as we walk up the aisle, I hear some of the choir members snickering. A girl I went to high school with says, "You really ought to feed that kid!"
You know it's bad when your non-discerning, still-too-young-to-care-about-such-things older brother calls you "Chubs". Dear sweet Aden, you got a lot of things from your Mama, and that seems to include an undying devotion to eating.
Poor Aden. You are three months old, and your three-month clothes are stretched tight over all your rolls.
Poor Aden. Hunger comes on you like a bandit, as you start to scream without warning and continue to do so until milk hits your mouth.
Poor Aden. You are so close to rolling over, but can't seem to surmount your very round tummy.
Poor Aden. We still have never ever seen your neck.
Oh mercy. I can see it now, years down the road. Trey and Brandon with their skinny, chicken-legged selves are sitting on the couch, watching sports and eating donuts. Aden and I are running laps around our property, on our cell phones ordering another round of Nutrisystem meals...
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