I am a very big baby. Size-wise, not in the sense that I cry about everything. I am a very big boy. Size-wise, not in the sense that I can do a lot of things on my own. I am just big. I am getting too big for Mommy’s arms. That is saying something since I was pretty much too big for her arms a month ago. We are all waiting for the day when I can hold my head up on my own. It will make many things so much easier. Until then, I will be overflowing in her arms.
