Despite being in the 99th percentile for weight and length, Henry is still so little. My aching back disagrees, but even when he is mega fussy, I look at him and realize that he'll only be three weeks old once. Soon enough he will be a big, stinky teenage boy that regards me with contempt. So, for now, I get to kiss his tiny feet and hands a hundred times a day.
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We didn't all stink as teenagers. I'll bet I was a trial, though, as testosterone had its way with my system.
Congratulations!! What a cutey pie!! You gave birth to a toddler!
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