I Secretly Call Him “Cheeks Wilson”

Asher is a chunk!

I have watched him plump up over the last 6-7 weeks. He now has great, magnificent cheeks. You might even call them jowls. Last week, at a doctor’s appointment, he weighed in at a whopping 15 pounds 4 ounces. That’s nearly double his birth weight in just 9 weeks!

Plea to the universe full of poeple who generously buy us baby clothes because baby clothes are so adorable and irresistable: PLEASE, NO MORE NEWBORN / 0-3 MONTH CLOTHES! These are almost always cut for babies weighing 12 pounds or less.

Last night I went through Asher’s clothes and pulled out dozens of outfits, many of which he only wore a few times. Some were never worn at all. They’re all totally cute and totally too small.

5 Responses to “I Secretly Call Him “Cheeks Wilson””

  • dakini_grl
    April 14, 2007 at 7:30 pm

    What a bruiser. I can’t wait to meet him all over again tonight.


  • matimus
    April 14, 2007 at 10:48 pm



  • toxgunn
    April 15, 2007 at 1:17 am

    Congratulations, although I can’t get over the Archie Bunker resemblance this week (first shot)..;)


  • kittiliscious
    April 16, 2007 at 12:28 pm

    So cuuuuute! I just want to kiss those soft baby cheeks!


  • joygantic
    April 17, 2007 at 1:45 am

    OMG. I second the Archie Bunker reference. Those cheeks!


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