Porkchop

Our baby is growing up. Or out. Or both.
Here Gabrielle is moments ago, in the swing, just barely having woken up, eyes a little red from prior fussiness, blowing bubbles, and ginormous cheeks. This picture sums up her day. She slobbers on everything. She has fat rolls on her thighs. She can't decide if she's content or furious.

On Monday, Gabrielle weighed in at a whopping

11 lbs, 5 oz.

She completely dwarfed a little boy in the waiting room who is five days older than her. No, he was not a premie. Dr. Mason also gave Gabby a prescription for the reflux, but now I'm not sure if she really needs it.

I think Jason has been at a hospital every day except Sunday for the last week and a half or two. No exaggeration. When it rains, it pours. He is even visiting someone right now. I do feel sorry for him - He's not sleeping enough, he's got a cough and slight cold, and he hasn't had time to work out since she's been born.

Highlight of my week!! Erin Coltrane and Megan are coming to visit tomorrow. I'm sure there will be a picture posted. : )