Yesterday’s post was a bit philosophical and honestly, I’m not even quite sure what I was talking about.  Today’s post will hopefully be a bit simpler. 

Here’s the deal, inside my wife’s stomach is another human being that is squirming around, kicking her bladder, punching her stomach, and making her life less than enjoyable.  I’ve never seen this human being before.  The only thing I’ve done is see his movement, look at his skeletor frame in the ultrasound, and hear his whooshing heart beat. 

Last week, I got to meet some family freinds’ new baby.  He was born last week and in a picture of his dad from when his dad was a newborn, they look exactly the same.  It really got me wondering what is Junior going to look like.  Therefore, I went back to the vaults.

If he’s anything like me, he’ll be born at a relatively normal size:

(That’s me in the baby crib thing and my Dad behind me, lest you be confused.)

(gaining a little weight)

(gaining more weight)

(fat)

(fudge-cicle disaster)

(Not quite as fat)

(still got a belly)

(a good weight to height ratio)

(gotta love the 1980s and the striped tube socks)