|Chunk Monk Quinn, 1 month|
Born almost three weeks early, our son, Quinn, weighed six pounds at birth. Not preemie status, but still early and on the small side. Babies can lose ten percent of their birth weight after they’re born, so when we left the hospital four days later, Quinn was down to five pounds, six ounces.
A week after leaving the hospital, he was back up to his birth weight. Over the next two weeks, Hubs and I watched happily as Quinn’s double chin emerged and his cheeks got pudgier. His thighs and arms grew adorable fat rolls, and his ribs no longer stuck out. The official weigh-in at his one-month check-up was just over eight and a half pounds. Whoo hoo! He’s becoming a Chunky Monkey. Our little Chunk Monk.
On an unrelated note, my allergies are terrible again. For me, it’s the eyes. I call it the “Sloth Effect.” From eyebrows to cheek bones, the skin around both eyes gets dry, red and puffy. My eyelids have so many extra folds, they look like the back of a Shar-Pei dog’s neck, and I can barely open them. I’d take sniffles and sneezes over this any day. I have no idea what causes this to happen, or which remedies I try suddenly cure it. All I know is that one day I look normal, and the next morning I wake up looking like Sloth from The Goonies. And a day or two later, I look normal again.
Since I love my chunky baby boy …
You see where I’m going with this.
Sloth love Chunk.
(For those of you under the age of thirty who may not know the movie reference, here’s the clip. And I’ll try to forgive you.)