The little prince that has taken over my small apartment is growing like a weed after a fresh spring rain. Some of our favorite, well actually my favorite, outfits he has already grown out of and in another week he will be out of the precious onesies I just got around to washing this past weekend.
He has no socks. I take that back. He has plenty of socks, but none fit him. His toes are almost as long as my pinky. While I am only kidding, I am guessing in like another 3 months they will be twice the size they are now. The poor little guy has to go barefoot, even though he isn't walking around yet, everywhere he goes.
For example, last night we had dinner with some co-worker friends and they have 4 dogs. Colton was amazed, rather fascinated with the puppies because one of them was his size...little Putter. They licked all over his not-so-tiny feet and he just cooed and smiled. He didn't even cry when they started barking at one another about who's turn it was to lick which foot!
He has no pants. His long, getting little rolls, legs are outgrowing the 3mo outfits even before I can get him in them. He seems to like going without pants, although since he doesn't talk yet I have no idea if he is cold or hot, therefore I just keep a blankie--woobie close by!
At 24 1/2 inches long he is probably 2x as big as the last time any of the crazies, that'd be my family, saw him. Hopefully he won't be walking by the time he sees them again. Maybe we will make it to one of the Sunday afternoon luncheons my mother is now putting on at the Paynes-A-Plenty Plantation!
