I’ve just been upstairs in Jack’s bedroom helping Claire put him into a baby sleep-suit for the night after she had fed him his nightly milk, when Claire pointed out the size of our child, saying “Oh my God, he’s like a giant!”, claiming that “he must have grown… today!”.
Well, there’s a good chance that he has, I suppose, but whether he’s grown the inch or two that Claire’s making out since last night is a little doubtful! And thankful really, as he’s getting through clothes a bit quicker now that he’s growing!
Admittedly though, tonight he did seem to be a fair size, laying face down in his cot, with his arms to his sides and legs straight-ish, compared to the size he was when we first started using that cot with him; back then, he was all small, tiny and scrunched-up anyway, but then he’d sleep in a sort-of vertical foetal position, laying on his front with his bum up in the air, with his arms and knees tucked in. He still does that occasionally when we first put him to bed, but in the mornings, it’s quite random as to the position he’s laying in, let alone the orientation of the bed that he’s wriggled into overnight!
Aside from his height, he’s starting to get heavy too – picking him up and carrying him around the house, we’re starting to notice it a bit more very recently!
Little fattie!!
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