The other day I was walking Charlie in his stroller and some guy we passed asked how old Charlie was and then proceeded to delightedly exclaim, "Man, he is fat and sassy!"
I tried to be offended but truthfully I just thought it was hilarious.
But you know, Charlie is a little on the chunky side. (Which, you know, only makes him cuter.) Yesterday I did a little photo shoot with him to celebrate his being four months old now. His cloth-diapered butt and his chubby thighs are so big that he has a hard time fitting in his bumbo chair when he's wearing anything other than just a onesie. I wanted some photos of him sitting up, though, so I propped him up against the back of the chair. And this is what happened.
I couldn't help but laugh. Hard.
And when I turned him over, I didn't feel any guilt for laughing, because this is what I saw.
One fat and sassy, but happy, roly-poly.
(Big props to my friend Becki for handing down this sweater to Charlie. I'm a sucker for argyle, and it matches his quilt perfectly.)