Dr. G. says that waiting almost eleven months to have her first round of antibiotics as a third-born child is a pretty remarkable feat. Nevertheless I am disappointed. I am, of course, planning to follow doctor's orders and am looking forward to having my cheerful Lili-pie back on the scene again soon!!
On another note, there is absolutely no problem with her growth. She weighs just over 20 pounds, which I believe to be fairly average, but she is completely busting the seams on many of the 12-18 month-sized clothes that I have just bought for her. What's up with that? She has been mainly wearing 9-12 month clothing from the UK this summer, so I'm wondering if the sizing is very different. She's not that big, right? Why is my last baby determined to NOT be a baby, zooming into toddler clothes before her first birthday?
I am depressed about the brevity of babyhood. I also saw a Krispy Kreme truck parked outside a local Kroger store today. It could get ugly, y'all. I haven't had a Krispy Kreme in far too long and didn't think they were available in Michigan. I might need to introduce my depression to a box of a dozen glazed. Just saying.
A sad goodbye to soft footie pajamas... and a fond farewell to this little sad sack...
Feel better li'l Lil!!
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