Baby Bonanza

Have you met my nephew?

Not THAT Hoss. THIS Hoss. Look at him all squeezed in there like a fat man at Carlsbad Caverns. That’s his fist in his mouth, although Teen Angel thinks it looks like he’s gnawing on a chicken leg. From the size of that boy he may BE eating solid food. Monday’s ultra sound revealed an estimated weight of 8.3 pounds, and Mrs. Scrubs isn’t due until October 17th. Don’t they pick up a pound or two in the last couple of weeks? Yikes! Hope she’s signed up for that epidural. His previous ultrasound revealed big feet, and as Teen Angel said the other day, “With those feet we should have realized that eventually he’d grow into them.”

That boy is a whopper. He is simply out of room in his current digs, so we think it won’t be long and he’ll be kicking his way out of there. The doctor says he’s inducing if Hoss isn’t here by October 13th. We can’t wait. We’ll be there with bells on…and with chicken.