An apple a day

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.)