In light of Derek's one year checkup where we were told to return for a weight check in 3 months, let's take a stroll down memory lane...
Here is my sweet newborn baby boy. He was born an average 7lbs 5oz (or was is 7lbs 3 oz?? Gosh, they're not kidding when it comes to the second baby getting the raw end of the deal). He was about the size of his daddy's forearm.
But it was only a matter of weeks before the chins and rolls started to appear.
He got to looking quite...robust.
Alright, let's just call a spade a spade, my boy was fat. I mean look at that huge fat head on that huge fat body. Honestly, horizontal stripes? What was I thinking?
But then something happened-- Derek started moving. My little linebacker stopped gaining weight. Actually, he hasn't gained weight for at least 6 months. Which I think is quite appropriate considering his bulk; my back sure is thankful. And even though the doctor agrees that he's probably just getting down to where he is genetically supposed to be, we still have to go back 3 months sooner than usual to see how he's growing.
This is him now. At one year, he weighs just a few ounces shy of 21lbs.
I just have to shake my head at the whole turn of events. God likes to keep me on my toes ;)