She also got her first flu shot today, and she had blood drawn to check her iron levels. She was such a trooper that she didn't cry during the shot or during the finger prick...and we all know those finger pricks hurt. Of course, she wailed when I took the band aid off her finger. I suppose I can't expect her to be tough about everything.
Alright, I leave you with a shot of her nine-month birthday cake...or her three-quarters of a year three-quarter cake. Dark chocolate fudge cake with chocolate ganache, if you're wondering. Have a great weekend.
sight: the top tooth that's about to pop through
sound: S's super loud lentil poots
smell: Aveeno baby wash
touch: S smothering my face with her mouth (I think it's supposed to be a kiss)
taste: grilled hamburgers and sweet potato oven fries; s's cake (with about three glasses of milk)
1 comment:
Mmmmm, that cake looks delicious! Happy 9 mos to the wee one!
88th percentile, huh? So saying "Stella sure" around here doesn't mean what it used to. :)
I had a dream last night that my baby was born weighing 9 lbs, which would have been big enough, but also 29 inches. Let's hope there's nothing to that.
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