I was thinking the other day how that maybe if I ever had a third child, it would be "perfect".
You see Thing one was a sick screamer.
Thing two is a sleepy projectile puker.
Maybe a thing three would just be a baby?
let's cut the thing three talk....forever.
Regardless, my two boys are cut from the same mold and I really thing that the Squirt may out grow his brother one day. Oh, how I dream for the day my sweet boys are 6'5" and 6'7".
I took the Squirt to the doctor yesterday. He had what I thought was a rash on his back and I wanted to get it checked out. Just baby "backne". Yuck!
The nurse weighed him though. 13.3 lbs at 6 weeks old.
Chunk.
At his two month appointment over two years ago, the Monkey clocked in at close to 16 lbs. His appointment was a couple of weeks late, but he was a tank too.
Oh how I love my giant squishy babies!
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