The search for Froggie pictures had me cracking up yesterday. I flagged some of my favorites and thought you might enjoy them, too.
I honestly cannot believe what a little chubber-muffin Scotty was. No wonder the kid didn't crawl until he was 10 months old -- he was too fat.
Around three months, he started to pack on the pounds. Right in his middle section.
I honestly cannot believe what a little chubber-muffin Scotty was. No wonder the kid didn't crawl until he was 10 months old -- he was too fat.
Around three months, he started to pack on the pounds. Right in his middle section.
Froggie, ever present, in the left-hand corner
You would think sitting upright would burn some calories, but nope. He continued to expand. Mostly in his face.
(Editor's note: Scotty is not actually sitting upright; under the blanket is his Bumbo seat. Looking at these photos brings back so many memories, including how many stinkin' loads of laundry I did. So. Much. Laundry. Also, please note the breast pump on the left. Egads.)
(Editor's note: Scotty is not actually sitting upright; under the blanket is his Bumbo seat. Looking at these photos brings back so many memories, including how many stinkin' loads of laundry I did. So. Much. Laundry. Also, please note the breast pump on the left. Egads.)
Ironically, "da-da" is still his favorite word. Primed from an early age, I guess.
We went to baby gymnastics. Still, no weight came off. We just laid on a lot of stuffed turtles.
Hey! I'm developing something called...a personality! Fun!
By seven months, the chub was seriously out of control. Look at him - he doesn't even fit in that hat. I'm pretty sure the hat was a 2T.
Even my pants are too tight...
But like most mothers, I was blind to my own child. So what did I do? I fed him cheese. Not diet cheese, but regular, full-fat cheese. And he loved it.
More! More! I LOOOOVE cheese!
Scotty displayed no shame about his size. Shame was too complicated of an emotion for his little eight-month old brain to handle. So he sat around the house, naked, reading books.
How many rolls of fat are on my arms? Let's count...one. Two. Three. Four. I'm tired. Now I'm hungry. More cheese, please?
The only time he balked is when I attempted to feed him something nutritious, like leafy greens. The expression below says it all.
God, woman, what are you feeding me? Take it away!
Here, Scotty does his best Chris-Farley-SNL-Chippendales impressions. It's spot-on, really.
LMFAO: I'm chubby and I know it...
But alas, that chub has come off. With walking came running, and with running came major calorie burn. At two and a half years old, we're left with this: slimmer, but all attitude and still naked. And size 9 sneakers.
Tired, sweaty Bear
Yup, that's my kid. Why is he wearing sneakers on my couch?!
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