It's no lie that Peeks have skinny genes (and jeans for that matter). When we were first married, I made Kevin try on my jeans, just to see if they'd fit. And they did, minus the length of course. When we were preparing to move overseas, our medical clearance was flagged because of Kevin's BMI. All we had to do was reference his equally-skinny twin brother to prove our point that he was certainly born this way.
Then Sami came on the scene. Sami with his chubby, chunky, cherub curves. Sami with his manly mini-muffin top. Sami with his plump, paunchy, portly proportions. Sami with his rubber band wrists and lotus root legs (the China equivalent to ice cream cone legs). And our life has never been the same.
I do have to add that I took some other shots of Sami's squishy goodness that I find terribly cute, but Kevin told me they were not internet worthy. Seeing that I would like to prevent any future blackmailing opportunities against my child, I refrained from posting any but these two.