Friday, March 7, 2008

Chunky Monkey

Last Friday night my mom fried chicken for my dad's birthday, and my grandmother came over for dinner. At some point the conversation turned to chubby babies, and then my parents started discussing the birth weights of my brother, sister, and me. I was the fattest, and my parents tell this ridiculously made up story of how my legs were so fat that they didn't discover a dime-size birthmark on the inside of my right thigh for several weeks because it was rolled up in my fat.

Okay. That story is true.

I was a chunk, no doubt, and because we lived in California, my grandparents didn't meet me until Christmas 1978, when I was about 4 months old. So, yeah, I was even bigger. But last weekend, when I looked to my sweet Grams to defend me, she just smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, Steph, you were kinda heavy."

3 comments:

Bo Knows said...

How big WERE you?

stephinbham said...

Only 8lbs. 15.5oz!! But, um, actually, my mom says the nurse told her if I hadn't, uh, pooped before they weighed me, I would've been over 9lbs. But in pictures, I really do look huge.

Summah said...

It seems it's a trend to tell your children how fat they are.