This picture cracks me up every time I see it...think Irish Spring soap commercial meets water god.
He weighs well over 20 pounds at this point. Yes, you read that correctly. Twenty pounds. He is single-handedly responsible for the return of muscle tone to my upper body. By the time he wears an outfit once he will have outgrown it before it can make it's way back into the rotation. Another shocking statistic about this boy? He has four teeth coming in right now. FOUR. ALL AT ONCE. He's taking it like a champ though, some fussing here and there, but mostly my sweet boy just happily chews on his fingers and drools.