That is not a baby. That is a cat. And as we all know, cats have never been fed, ever. That's what they all tell us. The kids were with us barely five hours today, and he went through three full (fist-sized) bottles, screaming in anger when it took a minute to mix up the formula with warm water. I have started threatening to mix in a little rice cereal next time he's here. Something needs to fill that celestial black hole in the boy's belly.
He's not getting chubby from all of these frequent feedings. He's getting tall. And strong. And it sure seems like that big brain is growing at a proper pace. I don't know that he will be interested in sports, but if he is, he will be picked first for the grade school teams. He'll be taller than his sister before kindergarten, I bet you dollars to donuts. And she is even on the tall side too. I think these are genes coming down from his papa's side. My family are only a bit above average height, and his daddy is the tallest on his side, and the same could be said about him. There are some skyscrapers among the Smith cousins, though. Dmitri will be standing in the back row with them for family reunion photos.
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