Chubba Chunka

Holy moly, Amelia is 3 months old! I hate to sound redundant in these posts, but time is going by way too fast. My little newborn is not really a newborn anymore. But I prefer living in denial, so I will continue calling her my newborn until the day she leaves for college. To become a neuro surgeon. After that, she will be Dr. Newborn.

Again, with the redundancy, but she really is such a good baby. She smiles all the time, and is talking up a storm. She's always telling me how pretty I am. And how funny she thinks my jokes are. And how much she loves me. And how she's pretty sure I'm a genius.

Huh?

You think I'm making that up?

Whatever. You're just jealous.

For those of you who are wondering, yes, she is in leg warmers. Clearly she's been sitting on her tush for way too long because look at those rolls! We had just finished doing baby yoga before I took these pictures. In my very honest and extremely valid opinion, there is nothing more adorable than baby chub. I love it. And I get the pleasure of being able to see and photograph a lot of it. I don't tend to produce very chubby babies. But since she hates nursing, she is primarily drinking formula now. And although I'm pissed that she doesn't want to nurse anymore, I definitely love her chunky thighs. I wanna bite 'em, they're so cute! But I won't. Cause that would be child abuse.