Not exact matches
My faith revolves around taking 6 month old
babies, and shoving their
chubby little
arms into meat grinders, while their parents watch, screaming, and helpless.
He was never tiny — he weighed 8 lb 6 at birth — but he feels heavy on my
arm now and he is slowly starting to get those gorgeous
baby chubby cheeks and legs.
Sometimes it is necessary for me to take action, then it is comfort and cuddle time and I am rewarded for the newly acquired stress - moment grey hairs by
chubby little
arms around my neck and his newest response, sopping wet
baby lip kisses that he reserves, just for mom.
The truth is, part of me wants to stop time right now, in this moment of
chubby baby legs and plump
arms reaching out to me and toothy grins that giggle with delight when we play peek - a-boo.
They imagine a sweet pink
chubby baby in their
arms and all the love they can imagine going both ways.