Took Boopsie to the Doctor today for the big weigh-in. All week I’d been checking her out, trying to gauge if she’d gained any (or enough) weight. Her thighs looked a little more substantial to me, but she had also learned to crawl and pull up in the last four weeks. Constant motion. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous. And happy Daddy-o could also attend the appointment.
We went. We stripped her down. And…. (drum roll please)
17 pounds, 2 ounces. That’s a weight gain of 18 ounces in four weeks.
Failure to thrive, my ass.*
*Though technically we’re still waiting for Dr. P to issue her opinion on the matter. In my humble opinion, +18 ounces when she also began moving around a LOT more is pretty darn good. And I guess, on the flipside, this means I was indeed giving her the wrong mix of foods to support her weight gain. Whoops. Live and learn??