Becca loves her baths. She will sit in the water for a full twenty minutes without one squawk of protest.
I think these pictures really show how chubby she is getting.
You can see her double chin, neck roll, the start of her shoulder roll, and the bicep roll she’s just starting to get. If we had pulled the towel up you could also see the three almost four rolls cascading down her chunky thighs.
We barely made it through one box of newborn diapers and I don’t think we’ll make it through the two boxes of size 1 diapers we bought. She fits into her 0-3 month clothes, but just barely. I’m going to have to go shopping for clothes and bigger diapers for this chunky monkey of mine.
True to his ranching profession and the county-fair-time of year, Mr. Rancher tells me daily that we should enter me in a dairy competition for quantity and fat-quality of milk. You can’t possibly imagine what a treat pregnancy, childbirth, and lactation are when one is married to a rancher (or I suppose a dairy farmer).