Our Chunkster

The Peanut had a doctor's appointment to check her weight today and boy were we surprised! We knew she had gained a little bit away but neither the husband or myself could have guessed she gained so much. Well that's not entirely true, her grandfather was the closest to her weight gain. We took bets last night to see who would be closest. I guessed 6.2, the husband guessed 6.4, my mom guessed 6.5, her uncle guessed 6.8 and the husband's dad guessed 6.10. She beat us all, weighing in at a whopping 6.13! I was SHOCKED. 

The pediatrician also told us we were under feeding her so girlfriend is probably going to be really packing on the lb's soon. We go back again in September for shots. I'm already dreading that appointment. 

The rest of the appointment went well. We learned the birthmark on her forehead is called an angel's kiss and there is a matching one on the back of her head called a stork's bite. These apparently go hand and hand...who knew! 

I (actually my mom) had to stick a thermometer up her bum tonight to get her to have a bowel movement. What I thought was going to be a terrible experience was really not too bad. Within minutes she alleviated herself. 

Other than the issues with the bowels, she's thriving. Eating, sleeping, and pooping. A lot of all of the above, actually. I got my first real smile the other day...after making a couple noises at her I got her little face to light up. I think I smiled wider than she did! 

Tomorrow marks her one month birthday. What an awesome month it has been!