Minced Baby

Isaiah's outgrown all our mixing bowls, so if we wanted to weigh him, we had only a couple of options: the stock pot or the, uh, cutting board. We went with the latter:

Unfortunately, he's now either a) too much squiggly for the kitchen scale or b) too much baby. That would put him upwards of 12 pounds, the scale's max. It's a bittersweet milestone. We'll now never know how much he weighs between doctor visits, unless we're able to sneak him onto the produce scale at the corner store. ("How much are your babies per pound?")

It was worth it, though, because we discovered he really likes the cutting board.