Joe is a giant. And we're not just thinking it because we have Baby Bird flitting around. The week Clara came home from the hospital, we had to adjust the straps on Joe's high chair, so he was really in the process of getting bigger that week. Ted plopped him on the scale we have here at home and it registered 32 pounds! (We don't have a complimentary height measurement because we hid the yardstick that we used to keep in the broom closet in the kitchen, figuring one long-unwieldy-and-capable-of-poking-an-eye-out-or-crashing-into-the-dining-room-corner-cupboards was enough with which to contend--namely:the beloved broom.) Here are Joe's feet. The picture doesn't really do them justice. They are, though, the feet of a running, flopping, bouncing, trying-so-hard-to-jump, beloved little boy.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Joe's Feet
Joe is a giant. And we're not just thinking it because we have Baby Bird flitting around. The week Clara came home from the hospital, we had to adjust the straps on Joe's high chair, so he was really in the process of getting bigger that week. Ted plopped him on the scale we have here at home and it registered 32 pounds! (We don't have a complimentary height measurement because we hid the yardstick that we used to keep in the broom closet in the kitchen, figuring one long-unwieldy-and-capable-of-poking-an-eye-out-or-crashing-into-the-dining-room-corner-cupboards was enough with which to contend--namely:the beloved broom.) Here are Joe's feet. The picture doesn't really do them justice. They are, though, the feet of a running, flopping, bouncing, trying-so-hard-to-jump, beloved little boy.
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