ninety-five...

...is Daddy's new nickname for JD.

When filling in Mike about JD's recent appointment,

he was amused to discover that our son is in the

95th percentile for his weight.

Our little man is short and fat for a 7-week-old baby.

Basically, he's a porker.

Which thrills me.

Because I've always wanted a baby with chubby cheeks.

They are perfect for eating kissing.

Add a side of love, and you have yourself a complete meal.

Now, whenever Mike walks in the door after a days work,

you can be sure you'll hear him say,

"Hey, ninety-five!  How was your day?"

Followed by a raspberry, strategically planted on one of JD's many chunky rolls...

... preferably, those edible cheeks.

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P.S.  Do you like the hat JD is wearing?
Well, I crocheted that marvelous creation!
Want the pattern?
Click HERE.