4 months old. We are a third of the way to your first birthday. No, I’m not crying. I just have something in my eye…
You are a chunker. Seriously.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love your chunk. There is nothing better in this world than big baby cheeks that scream, “Eat me!!”. But let’s be real, Little Man. We went to the Filipino Baby Party and you could have eaten Baby L (her mommy blogs) and Baby C (her mommy should blog) for snacks.
Need photographic proof?
In case you didn’t know, you’re the 1-year old in the middle.
And, yes, you’re completely allowed to point out that the chunker doesn’t fall far from the chunker tree… Sigh.
It’s cute to be in the 98th percentile for weight right now. Because you’re a baby. This probably won’t be as cute when you’re an adult. Unless you want to end up on the cover of a tabloid talking about how you eat 5 buckets of KFC a day.
The ladies in the picture with you are going to be gorgeous. It would be wise of you to try and smile a bit more when they’re around. The angry and jaded thing isn’t going to be cool until you guys are teenagers.
Also, I’d suggest learning to run fast. I heard their daddies mention words like “shotgun” and “over my dead body” when we got to the party. That’s what we call a fair warning, Double O.
I love you more than anything in the world,