Teenie Weenie and the Jolly Giant

On Saturday we went to a combination graduation/new baby party being hosted by one of the hubby's clients. In addition to giving our well-wishes to the new college grad (her son), we met her daughter who lives near Manchester (England). This tiny little sylph of a woman, who was probably about 5'2" and 100 pounds soaking wet, is the mother of a Taylor, a boy born on April 1... less than a month older than Colin.

Taylor is... huge. Seriously. The kid was born at 9 lbs 13 oz, and at 5 months old is wearing clothes in the 12-month size. And they're not big on him at all! He has giant chubby jowls (you can't call them cheeks and do him any justice), and the kid smiles like a champ. Even better: his mom has a video of him laughing. Not an infant squeak, or a smile, but a real true belly laugh that went on and on and on! He was awesome, and it was pretty fun to have a new first-time mom to talk to.

It also put Colin in perspective... I have been flying by under the delusion that he's getting big. That he's nice and long, and is growing fast. Then I met Taylor. Now I realize that Taylor is on the big end of the spectrum. But next to him Colin looked so incredibly diminutive. So petite, and delicate. Very alert, to be sure, and I'd even go as far as saying that developmentally they seemed on par with one another. But boy oh boy... did Colin ever look tiny next to Taylor. Teeny even. Hence his new nickname: Teenie Weenie.

Thankfully he has no idea what I'm really saying. And someday if he grows to be 6'4" like his Grandpa Buzzy we'll all laugh at this. But for now... I think I'll just go hug my teenie weenie, marvel at his little bitty hands, gawk at his itsy bitsy toes, and revel in his gigantic smile!

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