This weekend, we had some much needed family time with extended family. Unfortunately, it was because Andrew's grandmother passed away. The visitation was Friday night and the funeral was Saturday. We got to see cousins that we haven't been good about keeping in touch with, with the exception of lately on Facebook. We visited with his Dad and stepmom Jane, and played with Izzy, Max, and sweet baby Elliot. It was nice to see everyone, even under sad circumstances.
I can't get over baby Elliot! He is a tank! At three months old, Elliot has fat thighs, chub cheeks, and ginormous "cankles." He flashes a smile that melts my heart, and I can't help but to remember another chubby baby that I love so much.
What is it about a chunky baby? They melt my heart. I've been blessed to have both--the chunk and the peanut. Both are precious and sweet.
I realized yesterday that it was a blessing that Allie was my chunky baby. She was so big, with giant fat rolls all over her. You could count the rolls going down her arm, and you couldn't help but giggle at her "thunder thighs." She didn't look like a sickly baby. She looked this a chunky, happy, healthy baby. Even during her worst times, she didn't look sickly. I think her size helped that. It helped me. If Allie had been Mag's size, a bit scrawny and always less than the 10th percentile for her weight, I think she would have looked worse. I might have struggled with seeing her like that.
I was a skinny baby (funny given my weight struggles). Andrew was a HUGE baby. I have his baby book to prove it. At 8 weeks, he weighed in at 16lbs!!
Now that the idea of another baby is much more of the horizon for us, I have been thinking a lot of our baby girls. I'm hoping for another chunk to love on! Of course, given that my peanut was such a lovey awesome girl too, I would take one of them too.
Guess it just boils down to the fact that I'm ready for another baby.