The Bug had a visit with her pediatrician last week because, get this, SHE IS NINE MONTHS OLD. That's right; she's been out as long as she was in. Let's stop talking about it before I get all hysterical. The little nugget is in the 81st percentile for her height and the 65th for her weight. (Tall and skinny Bug = example of the unpredictability of genetics.) There's no chart for percentile of adorable.
Bug's doc is fan-tabulous. Seriously. We adore him, and not just because he told us to feed Bug all the Mexican food she can stomach. I'm not kidding-- he actually gave us specific instructions to take her to Cafe Rio.
We are nothing if not obedient to doctor's orders, so we planned a family outing. (Forgive the cell phone quality pictures.)
Mmmm. Beans.
Bug, Schmoopsie, and I had the pleasure of snaggng the family seats at the ReAL Salt Lake game after dinner. It was a wonderful night and a great game. 3-0, baby.
If you haven't ventured out to a game recently, give it a shot. Maybe you can snag a baby with cheeks like these.
(This one is taken.)
3 comments:
Welcome to the world of Cafe Rio Bug. I am sure it will be a favorite...it is mine ;)
Maybe I should feed my baby mexican food and see if that helps her weight gain!
She is just darned cute! How fun that she likes Mexican food. Keep giving it to her. Maybe you'll avoid having a picky eater.
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