Yesterday Julia Ellen had her 2 week pediatric appointment. Yes, she is 4 weeks old today, but they said since I was an "experienced" mom they would not require me to drag her back so soon after birth. The military hospitals in DC have major parking issues (there is none) and I have the added difficulty of not being able to fit into the parking garage so the closest I can park is 1/2 mile away with a huge flight of steps in between (try that with a double stroller).
After the corpsman weighed her: 10lbs 3 oz., the resident examined Julia Ellen and exclaimed, "She looks like a 6 week old!" Obviously she is thriving and the conversation somehow turned to homeschooling, "How do you do it? How can you do 1st grade in 30 minutes when public schools take 6 hours?" It was funny to see myself through their eyes, this confident got-it-all-together mom of many.
Yeah right.
Any pride evaporated when we had to travel back down those long set of stairs to the parking lot and Timmy pulled his hand away from mine, sprinted down the hill, and jumped with both feet into an enormous puddle. He not only soaked himself up to his waist but got Charlie wet too.
As for the original questions: What am I feeding this fat little baby?
Evidently pure cream.
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