‘He’s a lump, isn’t he?’ That is how one of my friends reacted to seeing George for the first time last week. Another joked that he didn’t want to catch his eye in case George took a dislike to him and decided to beat him up. The descriptions of George tend to follow a theme. Bruiser. Big Unit. Solid. Chunky. We boys is big and that is the way I like it.
George was always going to be a big baby. His growth charts followed a steady upward curve but always on the top end of his chart. His Mamma always thought he would need to come out of her tummy via the ‘sun roof’ and when he did, he was an impressive 9b 8oz – exactly matching my own birth weight. In the four months since, he has come close to doubling that opening weight and already looks a few months older than his peers. He has become a little powerhouse and once he is crawling I can’t see anything getting in his way.
To me this is a source of great pride. I have always thought being bigger than the other babies is evidence of how well my lovely wife can grow a baby even though this is based on nothing but fatherly pride. As I am also on the large side, George looks like a mini me in every way and I love it when people make this comparison. I will never grow tired of day dreaming about his future sporting prowess and his potential to rip up the rugby field.
The only time it doesn’t work is when George and his Mamma go out without me. Too many people look at her petite 5ft 2in frame, forget that babies can take after BOTH their parents and conclude that she must be over feeding him. Even if the questions don’t take on a judgmental edge she finds it tiring having to constantly explain that George takes after his Daddy, in looks and size. Hopefully she won’t have to do this forever. To make sure I will be setting my little bruiser on any repeat offenders.
How did people react to your baby? What questions are you constantly forced to field? All comments are welcome.
Update: I took a photo of George’s wrestler legs and just had to add it!