As you can see, she's pretty happy about it. In fact, we're all pretty happy about it - I think I like this stage of baby-dom the best. She's so squishy and cute and still likes to be held and doesn't think she needs to be entertained all the time.
Don't you just love the face she's making? But what's up with my hair? I look like one of the Beatles. Yikes. Why did I even bother doing it this morning, what with all the rain and wind and such?
At her check up this morning she weighed in at a whopping 17 pounds 4 ounces (50th percentile). She's 25 1/4 inches long (25th percentile).
Poor baby had to have FOUR shots. To say Tess was displeased is putting it mildly. Since Josh had his Kindergarten shots a few weeks ago, he at first hid in the corner and was quite upset that poor Tess had to have shots. But then he came out to try to comfort her; it was quite cute.
I still don't know who she looks like. She just looks like Tess. She looks like her brothers, that's who she looks like. She acts like them, too, in that she doesn't like to stand or put weight on her legs and, while perfectly capable of doing so, refuses to roll over. She will lean as far as she can go without actually rolling over in order to reach something. But get on her tummy? No way.
The pediatrician mentioned that they do have laser treatments for hemangiomas like the one on Tess's cheek, but she didn't recommend it because they're pricey and they kinda hurt. I agreed. Plus, they tend to grow until they're about 18 months old and then start to shrink. Why put this cutie through what would most likely be something quite traumatic if it's just gonna go away on its own?
Besides, Tess doesn't seem to care about it.
Miss Tess, I could just eat you up.
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