Because our little baby boy is on the enormous side, his godfathers (our Brousins*) and my bestie have taken to calling him the Mini Moose. He’s just solid. 97th percentile in height and brimming with baby brute strength.
So yesterday, as I was straightening the sunroom, I came across a little doodle that my husband had done, inspired by our son.
The perfect symbol of a tender nickname and a family’s love for their tiny, yet huge, newest member.
*Our cousins are more like brothers to us, so we refer to them as Brousins. And they refer to me as Ridiculous. So it’s all good.
511 Ever After 