Whachoo bin eatin' gurl?

My child weighed in at a whopping 16 POUNDS this morning!

Gone are the days when we had to worry over single ounce she ate and every ounce she gained. I can barely remember the stress of having no milk to feed her, of having to cart her to the pediatrician every 3 days for a weigh in.

Now the child is a butterball with eyes who rocks herself in big circles chasing that pesky pacifier.

16 POUNDS PEOPLE! You try carrying that around. No wonder my arms have definition.


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