Graeme has a friend who is thinking about relocating to Australia. I met him for the first time last week and he's HUGE!!! Now Graeme's not exactly a small person - he's 6 foot 5 inches tall and is built like a rugby player or the proverbial brick $#!% house - a polite way of putting it...
For this reason, I was amazed when Graeme was dwarfed by his mate. I was then completely gob smacked when I realised how MASSIVE my baby looked in the arms of this gigantic being...
Now my boy has always been big. While he was an average size at birth, he grew like a weed and is off the chart in percentile terms for height and weight for babies of his age...
Accordingly, when I hold him, his legs hang down near my knees and he's about half the size of me! I stopped growing when I was about 11 years old and I'm about 5 foot 3 inches - not a huge build either.
When Jimmy reached 3 months of age, I couldn't carry him for long periods. At 4 months, complete strangers would accost me for carrying him - did I have a death wish for my body?! At 5 months, I was forced to admit defeat and purchase a baby stroller to move him. And now at 6 months of age, I've started an intensive weights programme at the local gym to develop my upper body strength to hold him...
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