Here’s Emmitt. He’s by far the biggest boy of the litter, with a head twice the size of the smallest’s.
We have to pull him out of the crib once in a while so some of the others can nurse. He likes to lay sideways across mom’s belly, blocking half the teats.
We began calling him “Em-head,” because of the perfect M that his stripes form over his eyes. That evolved into Emmed, which then turned into Emmitt.
He is by far Brian’s favorite, so he is in the running for being the one (or one of the couple) we end up keeping.