So the cool thing about going to the Doctor is that I get weighed. Now I am 11.2 pounds. Must be what is helping me sleep a little longer at night. One night I even went 7 hours!
Speaking of weight, I have a little frustration to vent. I know that I am in the 75% and all, but come on already with the clothing sizes! Grandad got me this really sassy outfit from Nordstrom, a high-end brand that I've never heard of. Mom was looking at it the other day and thought, wow, this says 6 months in the tag but it looks like it might fit. Well, it does. Come on, I am 6 weeks, not 6 months! Mom said it is like designer jeans; you may be a size 6 at Banana Republic but a 12 in Seven Jeans. I can still wear some of my NB stuff from Carters. What gives?
But I am not going to get caught up in sizes. Who cares, right! I am beautiful inside and out, no matter what the tag says! It is cute, isn't it?
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