6 months

You know those dumb bumper stickers that say, "My kid can beat up your honor student?" Even worse, when "pug people" have the sticker "My pug can beat up your honor student." (I LOVE dogs. We own a ton of them. However, I don't get pugs. I don't think I have ever even touched one. But this isn't about my dislike/fear of pugs, this is about my son.) SO, anyway, if I were to join the cheeseball bumper sticker club, mine would say, "My Baby could eat your honor student." 

I am pleased to announce that I am the proud owner mother of one of the biggest babies to ever walk the Earth. Russel Reed Batt is in the 90th percentile in weight and OVER the 99th percentile for head size. (What does over 99th even mean? Go ahead and just say, "It's the biggest head we have ever seen.") I think that whenever you are told you have a child that is "over the 99th percentile" he should win some sort of door prize. Or wait, maybe I need the prize. I mean, I carried him, gave birth to him, and now am carrying Mr. 21 lbs all over town. Thoughts?

To waiters...
NO, he doesn't need a children's menu and NO, he does not need crayons.