Eleven, Twelve.

Alrighty. No one reads this. HA HA HA! I have not substantiated my exsistence in this world! No one reads my blog so I'm worthless!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA Well, either no one reads this or not one wants to participate in my 'tarded poll on PBJB&CS sammiches.

I took babygirl to a different doctor today...see, our doc does not administer the rotovirus vaccinations at their office. AND it costs $85 a pop (She needs three in six months) and isn't covered my insurance unless you go through a doctor.

SO, we took her to Dr. Campbell.

That stinker now weighs ELEVEN POUNDS, TWELVE OUNCES.
Go ahead! Call her Fatty McFatstuff! :)

She is doing so well...she is so healthy and he said she looks very good. He was happy to be the doctor to give her the vaccine and was wonderful and gentle with her. I think we may have found a new doctor. But he's kind of far from the house. I don't know which would be better...have the doc close to daycare? Or to home?

Everyone in our neighborhood had phone outtages this past weekend, so I wasn't able to get the zoo pictures up yet. They're coming, I swear.

Nothing else going on, except intense joy every day with our family. Oh and very little sleep. That's not new.