Or is that a future Olympic sprinter chewing on a would be Olympic torch?
Okay, so not really. I think if my thighs were that chunky I'd avoid the tell-tale onesies like the plague!!
But that's the beauty of being 5 months old, isn't it. Rolly-polly thighs and mid-forearm creases are the coolest-- and the cutest way to be. And probably the best part, you don't know and don't care. And everyone smiles and grins at you and tells you your gorgeous.
So yes! Oh to be 5 months old again! :)