Big-Ol Head

Aiden's size has come as bit of a surprise after our tiny, petite little Mackenzie, who has always been at the very bottom of the charts size wise.

Aiden, since about three months old, has been at the top end of the size charts...except for the head chart on which he goes above and beyond. No kidding here. Everytime we go to the pediatrician, the nurse measures twice in disbelief and when the doctor comes in he measures for himself because he can't believe it. Being the loving and P/C doctor he is, he always says something like, "I see you have a really smart one here."

I love every part of Aiden. And, now that his body is bigger, his head doesn't appear disproportionate at all. The only time I think about it is when we have to tug and pull to get a t-shirt on.

This morning, as I was tugging really hard to get one over, he said, "Aiden has a big-ol head!" laughingly.

"I know buddy," I giggled back. "I love your big-ol head," I said as it finally popped through.

He threw his arms around me and said, "I love you mama!"

What a way to start the day.