In the blink of an eye, our little baby is now eight weeks old! Both my parents commented last week how much bigger and heavier she was and so I definitely knew we were going to tip the scale past 8 pounds. Little did we know!  Our little fatty weighed in today at 9 pounds 12 ounces! Holy cow (literally)! What’s in my breast milk!?!?!? Look at those pudgy thighs and cheeks! She’s like a little sumo wrestler in the making, LOL! Doctor says she is super engaged and very alert, turning her head from side to side as she is stimulated by sounds and people. She’s smiling now when she recognizes certain voices and noises and has even started cooing a little bit. Also, she’s getting better at sitting up all by herself and supporting her neck as you can see in her picture. Unfortunately, we ended the doctor’s visit with one oral vaccine and three shots. Poor thing scrunched up her face and wailed louder than I have every heard her but it only lasted a minute, she was good otherwise and Daddy comforted her afterwards. That is, until we returned home and pulled off her bigger-than-her-thigh band-aids before the glue got too sticky. My poor baby. We love her so much, she’s still the cutest darn thing ever.