Oh dear. I appear to have left my copy of Bridget Jones’ Diary in the bathroom and it seems Kevin has gotten to it. At least, I think he’s being british. Or it’s australian. With Kevin, it’s hard to tell.

After one day with Baby D, I can confirm that he is as cute (if not cuter) than in the pictures. Actually, it isn’t his cuteness so much as his size that hits you. This kid is
B-I-G. We’re talking one giant mound of sweet, soft, smoshy, baby fat. When Suzy changes his diaper, she has to hold his leg chub out of the way, fasten the tabs, and then artfully drape the baby fat around the diaper line. I am not even kidding about this. Even his feet are fat. Don’t know how that’s possible but it is.

He is a remarkable calm and sweet baby and even the invasion of his house by strangers didn’t seem to phase him. He just watched us and smiled and smiled and smiled. So sweet it’s almost unbearable. I just want to smoosh him. Am working very hard to control that impusle. I’m taking lots of pictures and will post them soon so you can see the baby and his auntie. We look alike with our pug noses and chubby cheeks.

Have I mentioned that this kid is cute?