Ugh

It's been a long crazy week, gang. I hardly feel like updating. What with the computer dying, my doctor's appointment where I had three more shots, Mom not getting the weekend off like she was supposed to, and my auntie getting sick, there's not a lot of excitement.

The vitals:
Height: 27 inches (90th percentile)
Weight: 18 pounds, 5 ounces (90th percentile)Dr. B. was also pleased with my progress in the other areas -- transferring toys from hand to hand, pulling myself up when someone holds my hands, sitting by myself, that kind of thing. She has a thing for round baby heads, so the fact that mine isn't flat wins points. But then she didn't believe that I wasn't having any formula because I was so big. It's the truth -- this is all boob, with a little solid stuff in the last couple weeks.

Dad's making the new food. I wasn't too sure about the squash:

It's not so bad now. Plus they often mix it with sweet potatoes, which I love. This week: zucchini (pretty good) and oatmeal (we'll start it on Wednesday).

You can check out the new pictures by clicking over there on the left. There are lots; it goes to the second page, so don't give up early.