"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller

Friday, September 15, 2006

Ham Hocks and the Fold Patrol

So you've seen the pictures of how tiny Aidan was when he was born. Our friends recently had a six pound baby girl, who was the tiniest thing we ever saw, and we couldn't even imagine anymore how little Aidan must've been at one point. Even in the pictures, we can't see it. Now, he has ham hocks for legs and big arms that look like the Michelin Man. And within these giant appendages are folds and creases that get food and various liquids caught in them, and sometimes you don't find them for days. Just when you thought you've cleaned them all out, you find another one with all sorts of stuff in it. And it can get smelly. So we go on "fold patrol," a routine browse for foreign objects within the rolls in his neck (there are two in there), his arms, his pits, and his thighs, legs and bottom (there are a great many in this region). Not to mention, between his fingers, his toes, and in and around his little ears. It's lovely. We find lint, leftover milk, baby food, "other" stuff, and the other day, I found my keys.

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