She clocked in at 9 lbs and 13 ounces, 22 inches long, and is doing all the developmental stuff babies do at her age -- though much of it was not verified by the doctor, so for all she knew I was lying (She can do math! I swear! In fact, she's the president of that organization!)
Her shots were deployed into her little fat thighs, so just in case, I've agreed to not poke her in her Band-Aids. She, on her part, decided to sleep for the rest of the day and pretend it didn't happen.
We're a great team!
This morning she woke up pretty cheerful -- like she does most mornings because she is a baby and has no reason not to!
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