Okay, okay, okay. I know I owe a TON for the month of April and I'm drafting that post as we speak, in bullet points, for the audience's benefit, but I just have to say that Finley ate two and a half jars of baby food and a bowl of oatmeal tonight for dinner, that's 2.5 jars plus fiber, and that was after two jars at Nana's house earlier today. On his best baby day Logan never even came close to that! And I kept waiting for her to be done, to turn her face away, to spit out food that she didn't want. Something to indicate that she was full, but instead she kept screeching at me to shovel more in. Faster. Clearly the child is no shrinking violet and she gets her appetite from her mommy, and maybe her daddy too.
She was 18 pounds at the pediatrician's yesterday... we'll see when she goes for her nine month check-up at the beginning of June... she may not be such a long drink of water. Maybe more like a large milkshake!
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
