Gentle Giant

I know that all moms think their baby is the cutest and smartest ever. I think that's just the way it should be. I also think that every other mom who thinks that hasn't met Jericho. ;) Hehe. But seriously...he is killing me. He has been affectionately named the "gentle giant" by his Mamoo, and there couldn't be a more appropriate nickname for this sweet, giant, puppy-eyed bundle of baby. He stops us in our tracks just because he's so cute we can't help but jabber with him, or kiss his chubby little cheeks.

His sweetness is just irresistible. I hope this kind of personality continues. As much as I dearly love his siblings, we have a sweetness shortage around here. Energy? Got it. Sass? Got that. Hilarity? Yup. Spunk? Uh-huh. We could use a little more J-style sweetness in the mix, if just for my own sanity. And after his check-up last week we discovered he is in the 98th percentile for his weight, and off the chart for his length. (He weights about 22.5 pounds, and is nearly 30 inches long. For comparison, he's about 6 pounds lighter than the 3 year old, and about 6 inches shorter. No wonder my back hurts.) Hence the "giant" in gentle giant. If he keeps this up I'm going to need to sell an organ on the black market to feed him as a teenager.