Cabub is our skinniest baby.
I know "skinny" isn't how you would necessarily describe him,
but for a Hahn, he is skinny.
He still has two knees on each leg.
But the kid cannot get enough of this world.
He's too busy to sit and savor his milk.
He's got places to go, things to hit or bounce or manhandle, and taste.
Christian described him as
"Anna on steroids."
Why does that frighten me?
