One Big Kid
No, not me, my nephew. The most adorable child in the world who loves his toes. (And his blog. Heh heh.) But he's not even six months and he's already eighteen pounds. When my PT taught me how to carry that weight around safely- well, boxes don't move. It's "Okay, Austin, let Auntie Nettie put her knee braces on and we'll go up and down the driveway. Again."
He really is smart, though. I was visiting him at Melissa's in-laws, they were all going to a wedding. His grandparents took him about five Friday, but Melissa left a few hours before for the rehearsal. It wasn't two minutes after she did and he was bawling. Separation anxiety isn't supposed to happen until nine months, but what can I say? Just that I would do anything for him.