I've been robbed!

This being my last baby, I kinda hoped to have one of those itsy bitsy teeny weeny babies. You know, the ones that everyone goes "Oh, my GOD! She's sooooo tiny!! Just like a little doll." But, I got behemoth baby. Which is fine since what she lacks in petiteness (is that even a word?), she makes up for in beauty (she is after all her mother's daughter!).

As a big baby, one might assume that she then would naturally be slower to start her mobility. This would be my trade off. She might be big, but she won't be all grown up and sitting up and walking and stuff. Bigger babies have more to balance and more weight to bear and a harder time orchestrating all that. Right?

Guess not.

So, who does that remind you of? I'll give you a hint. Look here.

I'll have to go back and check the baby book, but this might even be earlier than RK. What, oh what am I in for now?

I know what. I'm in for a double scotch. Neat. That's what.