I have a slight – what shall I call it? Fascination? Yep, that’ll work. I have a slight fascination with chub. (And I am not referring to that lovely excess left after birthing two babies.) I love those little rolls that dribble down baby’s soft legs. You know the kind. The rolls you wanna squeeze because they are so darn cute and pudgy. Every time I see a friend’s baby with roly-poly thighs I get giggly. No kidding. My nephew is a mini version of the Sta-Puff Marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. Too cute to resist a little squeeze!
Well, I’ve had two little squirts of my own. And have either of them shown even a hint of squeezable chub? Nada. Zip. Both of my children have had a “wrinkle” at the top of their legs. That’s it. A wrinkle. No fair! Some of my friends have joked that they make cream. Based on the lack-of-chub history with my kids, I must make skim!
So now I’m awaiting the arrival of baby number three. I am still holding out for this squirmy little one to have some squishy-ness! Bring on the rolls!!
