I went to the doctor for my 9-month appointment last week. Apparently, I am living up to my nickname, "Tiny." Weighing in at less than 16 lbs., I have officially fallen off of the CDC growth chart for little girls. The nurse said she didn't think I'm "failure to thrive," rather that I'm just small (hence the nickname "Tiny"). That being said, she and mommy started brainstorming different ways to put some meat on my petite little bones. In addition to the usual fattening suspects (avocado, cheese, etc.) the nurse suggested mommy give me some meatloaf with cheddar cheese added into it. Upon hearing this, Gran chimed in that she bet I'd like meatballs. That night, mommy, daddy, Thatcher, and I went out to dinner at Pulcinella's. I gobbled up a jar of apricot banana oatmeal and seemed to be interested in something more, so mommy cut up some of Thatcher's meatball for me. I have one word for you: HEAVEN. Why have you people been holding out on me?
In other news, I'm standing on my own. I desperately want to walk but refuse to let anyone help me with it. I'll do it myself or not at all. Holding someone's hands is for babies.
Oh, I've also started clucking...or quacking...depending on the day.
Oh, Miss Hadley, beautiful, wonderful things come in "Tiny" packages. Gee, I wish there was someone in our family who knew a little something about fattening foods. Maybe we can google it. Well anyway, I love and miss you. Keep eating those meatballs- wait until you try one on a cheese pizza!
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Aunt Sherri