and baby makes 6!

Vintage Teeter Totter

Cody, one year of age.

 

His fingers, toes, those rolls of fat everywhere….and those giant cheeks!  That child was scrumptious.  Like a big, giant popover muffin. Smothered in strawberry jam.  And butter.

I can still remember how he felt in my arms.  Like a 20lb butterball.  Like a piece of a puzzle.  Perfect.

**We call him Teeter, because when he was a baby he loved to listen to a song over and over again, called “Teeter totter”.