Advice

I simply need to get something off my chest quickly.

Sometimes advice goes too far, and it simply becomes nagging. I'm not even talking about baby advice right now, either! I won't reveal too much because too many people read my blog who would make this a bigger deal or what-have-you, so I'll just leave it at that.

On another note, yes, my son is a beast. He's big. But he has been from the start. He's not overeating anymore (going anywhere from 3-4 hours between feedings) and he's long and solid. He's perfect. I'm so sick of my grandmother saying we might need to put him on a diet. I think she's just kidding and making conversation, but Hayden is just fine. He's healthy, happy, and wonderful. Yes, he has a double chin, but do the same people need to make a point to remark about it every time they see him? He's beautiful, and the "extra" will begin disappearing as he starts crawling. Sigh.

He's starting to discover his hands and feet. It's so fun to watch!

And on a final note, this cross-dressing man addressed me in Wal-Mart today. He was odd. And a little scary. He wasn't ashamed to be who he is, but I hate that that is what he feels he is. Did that sentence make any sense?

Okay, enough rambling. My son needs to play. Bye, all!