My son, my precious baby boy, is slowly but surely becoming too big, too tall, too heavy, too ungainly, for me to pick up, let alone carry for any length of time. I don’t know if it’s because I am so much lighter than I used to be (when he was born I weighed a little over 300 lbs; when I had my gastric bypass surgery in 2009, when he was 3 years old, I weighed 331 lbs), because he’s getting bigger each day, or if it’s simply a combination of both things.
In any case, I have to really brace myself to pick up all 50 lbs and 44 inches worth of my five year old son, and that makes me sad. Even though Ryan likes to run and play and demonstrate his independence, he is still very much a Mama’s boy, and will always be my baby boy. When the day comes that I can no longer pick him up at all, I’ll have to contend myself — and him — with plenty of hugs, kisses, and invitations to sit on my lap instead. ♥
My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a seven year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
