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”.
What a buster!!