He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Son

A year and a half.

Earlier this week, someone commented on this picture on Facebook:

“What a little man! Such a cutie!”

Swiftly I responded with, “Hey I’m 5′ 9″ and 156 pounds… I’m not that little…”.

Turns out, the person was talking about my 18 month-old son, not me in a Ryan Seacrest sort of way.

As of a few weeks ago when my wife took him for his check-up, Jack weighed 27 pounds. He was in the 75th percentile for weight and 50th for height.

But I promise you, since then, it feels like he’s a sack of flour heavier.

It makes me wonder if it’s common at a year and a half for your kid to suddenly become “uncarriable.”

Gone are the days when I could physically carry him around the neighborhood for a 25 minute walk. That’s part of the reason we have the wagon, now.

And so much for holding him in the grocery store as my wife shops. Yeah, he definitely rides in the shopping cart.

Despite his vegetarian diet, Jack is one meaty little boy.

 

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