So, age is a funny descriptor for a baby. For a while, you say "He's so big, can you believe he is only twelve days old!". At some point, not that we aren't keeping track of every day of his wonderfulness, but it becomes "He is three months old, can you believe he already grew out of his newborn pants!". Now as we reach eleven months, increasingly we find ourselves saying "Almost a year - can you believe this toddler coat is too small on him!". Note, Leo remains big for his age. At this rate, it won't be long until we are saying "Well, he's definitely in his first decade somewhere". Or maybe it goes back to months again at a year and a half; the literature on the matter isn't entirely clear. Stats: Still unmeasured, other than by the tightness of his 18-month coat (see, this age measurement thing is hard) Hair: Not yet thick and luxurious (as we know it will be, given his lineage), but definitely getting long
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