my how our little girl has grown. when family and friends see her, they exclaim about how big she's getting and how she's filling in. you can imagine my surprise when they weighed her at the doctor's office.
at her 2 month appointment she was 8 lbs 12 oz and in the 7th percentile. so when my dad said she was getting so big this morning, i told him what she had been at her 2 month appointment and asked him to guess where she was now. he guessed 38th, 24th, 18th... and i kept saying, "lower."
i wasn't expecting her to be off the charts fat or anything, but i thought just maybe she'd weigh more than 12 lbs. no chance. she was 11 lbs 6 oz. 8th percentile. at least she grew one percentile, right? her cousin had his 2 month appointment yesterday and weighed in at over 14 lbs.
i met Jeff's boss yesterday. "how old is she?" he asked. "6 weeks?" my heart sighed. "she's 4 months." i told him. "but she's the size of a 6 week old," i added, if only to validate his estimate.
at least she has the redeeming quality of being longer than 59% of the baby world. tall and skinny. just like her father. and ridiculously adorable.
she rolls like crazy, from tummy to back and from back to tummy. she's the most giggly, smiley little girl and she loves to be with her mom or dad. she's warming up to grandma and grandpa and is winning them over with her toothless grins. she thinks its so fun to talk loudly [yell], which she probably gets from my side of the family.
we love our little sweet e.