Fat Sleeves

So we had the big weigh-in this week, as Quinn is by one count 6 months old.

A month ago, her pediatrician talked me into testing her on a 100% breastmilk diet, supplemented not with formula but lactase enzyme drops in case that solves her residual digestion problem.

To my amazement it did!

Considering her plump cheeks, her fourth chin, and the creases at her wrist that make it look like she's wearing fat for sleeves, you'd think as her milk machine I'd be down to a single digit percentage for body fat...

Ah, so betting isn't your thing, and no such luck for me. Seems this is one (and only) place I am ultra-efficient!

Personally, I'd rather own a hybrid than be one, but...

It's worth it to see Quinn so healthy and ridiculously happy. And it's a gift of real relief that at 12.5lbs and 24 inches, she is sneaking into the "healthy" zone for a full-term kid who is 6 months (when in actuality, she should be turning 4 months).

It's astonishing she doesn't burn all her incoming calories with the endless kicking, flailing, squirming, rolling, and now inch-worming she is doing.

Jack and I were warned during more than one doctor's visit that we could expect this kid to hit the floor (practically) running -- because during every ultrasound and heart test she made the technician work up a sweat trying to catch her.

True to form, Quinn is propelling her way around for much of the day, even if it comes at the price of getting rug burn on her face!

While my folks are on the road for work, I'm seriously considering fashioning the doofus dog with a saddle, and the kid with some chaps, in hopes it wears both of them out.

I'll let you know who is the last one standing (don't think I'd place my bet on me!).

Milking Mama & Quick-n-Nimble Quinn