Grandma was everywhere. she almost always was First Responder at the scene. At any of Alexi's cries, her hands were there to comfort. In fact, Grandma was so efficient, Christy and I were starting to feel inadequate, and quite possibly, ......down right useless with her around.

Note the size of that belly.
And the level of vein-popping exertion in G'maw forearm.
Yes, grandma is tiny, but combined with big boy (he is only 8 months old here), we have a hard to believe proportionality. To hold Alex and jiggle him around the room, well it's nearly as much work out as an hour at the gym.
If you cant tell from the picture already, this boy likes to eat. We are certain that this man will have no food peccadillo's. He'll be free of food snobbery. Eating whatever finds his fancy, or come within sight and reach of his mouth.
I have asked wiffy, "Can a baby be too fat." I know a healthy baby is supposed to look "healthy" but this boy is really looking very "HEALTHY." When bottle is loaded in his tank, his paunch swells to give him the stately look of a miniature Buddha.

When I can figure out what that means, I will let you know.
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