Bigg Business

Today, Biggie had his 18 month appointment at the pediatrician.

He's two and a half feet tall, on the nose, and just under 25 pounds.

Even our sweet pediatrician refers to him as Hoss.

And I'd tell Pudge to watch out...her days are numbered...

...but you won't meet a gentler giant.

The other night, after Pudge had tackled Biggs for the four-zillionth time, we held LC down on her back.

And we plopped Jace down on top of her. 

And they both sat there...stunned.

And then Biggs gave in to his animal instincts.

And covered LC's forehead with slobbery kisses.

Since it's Monday, I'll share a few shots of Romeo in action...

Of course, he makes me beg for a smooch...but he gets that from his father...

That's his hand covering the lens, by the way...

...nobody wants pictures of himself smooching his mom all over the internet.

But, really, can you blame me?

The boy is irresistible.