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.)
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.)